True stories about the cemetery. Stories of the Dead

This story is more psychological than mystical.
In one village two families lived next door. In both families, by that time the children had already grown up and moved away. The men, who were previously friends, did not share something, quarreled and stopped communicating with each other. The women supported the attitude.
In the fall, Ivan (one of the neighbors) suddenly died of a heart attack.
The coffin with the deceased was placed in the living room. As expected, they curtained the mirrors, removed sharp objects, and sent telegrams to relatives. And then the wife of the deceased needed to go to a neighboring village. She comes to her neighbor and, with tears in her eyes, asks for help: to feed the cattle and look after the house - they say, she’ll be back tomorrow for lunch. There is nowhere to go - we need to help.
Evening came, the neighbor was getting ready to go fulfill what she had promised, and her husband started to protest (he had already gotten drunk by this time) - like “if you don’t go, I forbid you.” But the woman went anyway, answering her husband that it would not be humane.
She has arrived. She put a pot of mixed feed on the stove to cook, but she herself, no, no, and looked at the coffin with a dead person - it’s creepy to be alone with a dead person. But the deceased lies still.
Well, the pigs are fed, you can go home. She locked the door. That's it, it's not scary anymore, but that wasn't the case.
I came home, and my husband locked all the bolts and fell into bed drunk. She walked around the house, knocked on the windows, but did not get through. If it were summer, then it would be possible to sit out the night on the rubble, but the puddles outside were frozen. It’s already quite late, and I don’t want to go home and wake up the neighbors. The street lights have already been turned off. It's completely dark.
I remembered the saying that you should be afraid of the living, not the dead, and decided to return to the house with the dead man. So I did. She came, turned on the lights in the rooms, looked at the late Ivan (lying quietly), moved the chairs in the kitchen and lay down on them. And then, according to the law of meanness, the electricity was turned off...
As she later said, she had never been so scared in her life. Darkness as far as one can see, a stranger’s house (where the candles or a flashlight are, it is unknown) and a pleasant neighborhood in the form of a dead person...
And then she hears the gate opening and someone entering the yard. Some screams, laughter, flickering light in the window, someone knocking on the glass. The woman happily rushed out of the house (the relatives of the deceased had arrived!), but the yard was empty, no one.
She doesn’t remember how she waited until morning. Soon she left her husband and was never able to forgive him for this nightmare.

This is a real story written from the words of a real person. However, my interlocutor asked to keep his name and some details secret. He is a medical worker, he went through two wars: the Patriotic and the Korean. We are sitting in a small, cozy living room, and he tells exciting, interesting stories, and he had many of them over the seventy-eight years of his life.

His sparkle in his eyes and oratory take us far, far back. However, now, telling this story, there was a stamp of sadness on his face, and a wave of pain splashed in his eyes.

“This happened just before the war. I had just received my diploma as a surgeon, and I was sent to work in the south - in the Kazakh steppes. He worked in a small regional center as a surgeon in the emergency room, but sometimes replaced a pathologist.

That hot summer day is deeply etched in my memory; there were many patients and I didn’t have a minute to rest. They sent an orderly to me with a request to stop the appointment and urgently begin an autopsy of the body of a man brought by his relatives on a cart; he was struck and killed by lightning. My colleagues examined him and pronounced him dead. The relatives were in a hurry; the journey home was long and far. One hundred kilometers in these places was not considered a great distance. Just at that moment I opened the boil and could not leave the patient. He replied that I could come over in a few minutes, asking my sister to apply a bandage. As soon as I headed towards the exit, I heard a quiet, female voice - “don’t go.” I turned around and looked around, there was no one in the office, the nurse was in the dressing room. Here they brought in a patient with an open hip fracture, and I began to provide emergency care. The orderly came for me again, but I was busy. When I finished providing assistance, again a woman’s voice very clearly said, “don’t go.” Then there was a patient with acute bleeding, and I was delayed.

An orderly came into the office and said that the head doctor was angry. I replied that I would be there soon. Having finished with the patient, and already approaching the door, I heard a woman’s voice again - “don’t go.” And I decided - I was stopped three times, I won’t go, and that’s it! I stayed in the office and resumed my appointment. The chief came - angry, beside himself: “Why don’t you follow my order?” To which I calmly say: “I have a lot of patients, but the therapist is sitting and not doing anything (I also got angry and was rude), let him go, he also went through this like me. The head doctor, furious, left after him.

Twenty minutes later the autopsy began. And a terrible thing happened: a colleague sawed open the chest and began to dissect the lungs, when suddenly the dead man jumped up and, spraying blood, began screaming and rushed at the doctor. A frightened colleague flew out of the anatomy room, covered in blood and with crazy eyes, ran into my office and shouted: “Faster, faster! He is alive!" I examined the patient and answered skeptically: “Who? Dead person? “Yes, he is alive, take the tool and save him.” I didn’t believe it, but I took the suitcase with the tools, talked to my sister and went after him. Having caught up with him, I saw that my colleague had turned completely gray.

A half-dead man was lying on the floor of the anatomy room. He was bleeding, it was too late to do anything, life was leaving him. A few minutes later he died for real. A colleague received a long sentence for premeditated murder. During the war he was released and died during the liberation of Warsaw. And to this day I don’t know who called me and stopped me and saved me from big trouble. Maybe a guardian angel, or maybe a premonition and intuition?..” He finished the story without touching the cooled tea. And I sat and thought about how thin the line between life and death is, how many mysterious and incomprehensible things are around.

This story about the cemetery may seem mystical and a little scary to you, but this story happened to me and I want to share it, it’s up to you to believe or not to believe in this story, but the story is very interesting.

A little about me: my name is Pavel and I have been working as a mechanic for 23 years and receive a good salary. I don’t have a wife or children either. After I finished 11th grade, I had a dream of becoming a director, making films and stuff like that. But apparently it didn’t work out for me with all this, you ask why? My parents divorced and I stayed with my mother, and after the divorce we didn’t even have enough money for food, so I had to go work at a factory. But still, I had my own dream of becoming a director. And in my city there were no places where one could learn this profession. Therefore, I decided to go to the city of Perm where my relatives lived and agreed to find me a good school. But I also had a mother whom I couldn’t just leave, so I promised her that I would help her. That's how I moved to the city of Perm.

The story itself: I moved to the city of Perm, I was traveling on a train that was moving very slowly. But still I got there in 6-7 hours. My relatives met me safely and I went to their home. The next day I woke up, they called me in for breakfast, fed me delicious porridge and gave me tea. But still, I asked them how things were going with school (where I was supposed to study to become a director)? They answered everything was fine, they found a suitable school for me, all I had to do was go there and discuss everything. I was very happy and thanked them. But they told me that in return I should go with them to the cemetery. I reluctantly agreed. We all got ready, left the house, got into the car and headed to the cemetery. I asked them a lot of questions about the cemetery, but they didn’t even say anything, as if they were going there for the first time and didn’t know anything about it. Well, we got to the cemetery and we parked the car. It seemed very strange to me that there was no one near the cemetery and no one was even selling flowers and all sorts of junk. We were walking along the road when out of nowhere some old woman appeared. She came up to us with a scary look and said, “I beg you, don’t go there.” Then she went to the exit. I was getting worse and worse. I couldn’t stand it and said, maybe we shouldn’t go there, but the old woman said not to go, why do we need all this? My relatives looked at me and said - if we don’t go with our dreams, we won’t help you get into school! I continued to follow them with a feeling of no similarity. We had already walked about 1-2 kilometers and I felt a pain in my head. We reached the grave we needed and I felt even worse. It seemed to me that the devil himself would come up to me and hit me on the head with all his might. We stood for about 5 minutes near the grave when suddenly I looked into the distance and saw the silhouette of a man, or rather an elderly woman, who was standing in my direction and looking at me. I shook my head, thinking this was nonsense, looked around and there was no one visible except my relatives. Relatives said that we could all go as ladies. I was happy and forgot about all these nightmares. We returned home, it was already evening, everyone had done their business and we all went to bed. And in a dream I dreamed of a situation where I saw that silhouette. I was looking at this silhouette when suddenly, blinking, the old woman we met at the cemetery appeared in front of the stove. I woke up looking scared, I didn’t believe in all this. But everything worked out, I still had these terrible dreams for about a week, but I continued to live. I entered the director's school and everything is fine with me. But still, I remember this story every day and even now I feel uneasy.

The cemetery is a place shrouded in mystical secrets and mysteries. If you believe ancient myths and legends, often the souls of the dead continue to live in the cemetery, near their dead body. Do ghosts live in cemeteries? Do anomalous phenomena occur in such places? We will try to understand this section of our site.

They also say that houses cannot be built on former burial sites. By the way, not only magicians and paranormal experts, but also famous scientists think so. Negative energy and restless souls will not allow you to lead a calm life in such a place. Moreover, living on the territory of a former cemetery can lead to mental disorders and even death.

Scary stories about cemeteries, studying the most interesting burials, ghosts in cemeteries, the consequences of terrible occult and satanic rituals in such places and much more - you can find all this on the pages of our website.

1. Scary stories about Silver Cliff Cemetery

The origin of the name of Silver Cliff Cemetery, located in Colorado, goes back to the nearby mining town of the same name. In turn, the city took its name from the Silver Cliff silver mine. Despite the rich deposits of ore, the companies involved in the development of the deposit declared themselves bankrupt three times due to poor management and financial fraud! The cemetery is famous to this day for its wandering blue lights. National Geographic published an article about these lights in 1969. Witnesses told various horror stories about this cemetery, such as that the lights were small, round in shape, and tended to temporarily change color from blue to another. These lights danced around the gravestones. Some argue that it could be the reflection of light from the city, but the first sightings date back to a time before Silver Cliff was electrified.

1 2. Mystical stories about the Stip Cemetery

Steep Cemetery is a small, abandoned cemetery located in the Morgan-Monroe State Forest in Indiana. There are only a few dozen burials here, some of them two hundred years old. Officially, this is a family cemetery, but horror stories about the cemetery say that in fact the graveyard was founded by members of the Crebbites cult. The rituals of this group included the raising of snakes and sexual orgies. Some eyewitnesses claim that you can still hear the words of spells and prayers of cultists at night.
However, I have been unable to find any references to Crebbites apart from Steep Cemetery, which would suggest classifying the story as an urban legend.
Another legend tells of a loving mother who visited the grave of her dead child, even after her own death. According to another story, an old woman can be heard crying in the cemetery, who cursed the cemetery after a group of students killed her dog and threw the animal's body among the graves.

3. Scary stories about Camp Chase Cemetery

Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery, located in Columbus, Ohio, was the final resting place for 2,260 Confederate soldiers. Why Ohio? It was here that the northerners located a camp for prisoners of war of southerners, where 9,400 soldiers were kept during the Civil War. In 1863, a black smallpox epidemic spread through the camp, the victims of which are buried in the Camp Chase Cemetery. By the way, there are the remains of not only captured southerners, but also northerners who worked on the staff of the camp. After the end of the war, the camp was liquidated, and the cemetery remained as the only trace of the existence of this place of detention for prisoners of war. At the same time, wooden crosses began to be replaced with tombstones only in 1895.

Louisiana Rensburg Briggs

Louisiana Rensburg Briggs was a Confederate sympathizer from New Madrid, Missouri. Her father sent her to Ohio so she could escape the horrors of war. After the war ended, she married a northern veteran, but never forgot her past views. The woman constantly visited the Camp Chase cemetery, where she brought flowers to various graves of captured southerners, even when the graves were completely overgrown with weeds. Briggs always wore a veil on her evening visits to the churchyard to conceal her identity. This is how she earned her nickname, “The Veiled Lady of Camp Chase Cemetery.” Subsequently, Louisiana took the lead in taking measures to restore and preserve the cemetery. After her death in 1950, there were reports of the ghost of a weeping woman appearing in the churchyard, leaving mysterious flowers on the graves. The Briggs Mission lead became known as the "Grey Lady". Her paranormal activity is partly linked to the grave of a 22-year-old Tennessee soldier named Benjamin Allen. You can also note the presence of reports of the appearance of ghosts of Southern soldiers in the Camp Chase cemetery.

4. Scary stories from Highgate Cemetery

Highgate Cemetery in London, UK, is home to many famous people's burial places, but once it was full, the ongoing costs of maintaining the graveyard were finally stopped. As a result, vegetation covered the entire territory of the cemetery and turned it into a classic, creepy place. It was even the location for a number of horror films from Hammer Films Productions in the late 50s. In the 1970s, increased interest in the occult led to rumors of the first ghosts and even vampires in Highgate Cemetery. The ensuing vandalism and grave robbing only further fueled these legends and ultimately sparked a contest between the "magician" Saint Manchester and David Farrant. Each of them swore that he would be the one to drive the vampire out of the cemetery. A number of unpleasant incidents occurred at the churchyard between 1970 and 1973, during which crowds of people gathered in the cemetery under the cover of darkness, after which dug up, desecrated remains were found there in various positions. Police applied for an arrest warrant, and Farrant was convicted in 1974 of grave desecration and vandalism. Manchester and Farrant continue their occult rivalry to this day. The latest evidence of the fear of vampires is reflected in the 1972 film Dracula, which provoked large-scale crime at Highgate Cemetery.

5. Chase Family Mausoleum and its history

The Chase family burial vault was built in 1724 in the parish of Barbados Christ Church and was first used for its intended purpose in 1807. The remains were buried, and the mausoleum itself was sealed with marble and cement. In 1812, the tomb was opened for the fourth funeral, but it was discovered that the three coffins previously left there had been moved from their places! And the child’s coffin was completely placed vertically. They were all swapped and opened. Two more times, in 1816 and 1819, the tomb was reopened for subsequent funerals. And again it was noticed that the coffins were all turned the other way or stood behind each other. Moreover, even after the first discovery of this strange phenomenon, the governor of the island ordered the doors of the crypt to be sealed, having previously poured sand inside, which was supposed to be evidence of the invasion of the tomb, but failed to cope with this role. Then the family decided to transfer the ashes of people dear to them to another place. Since then, the tomb has stood untouched. Despite reports from that time indicating that there were no signs of flooding in the crypt, the simplest explanation for the phenomenon can be considered the release of groundwater to the surface. This is what could move the coffins without destroying the layer of sand. Since coral was also used as the material of the tomb, the possibility of water appearing can be considered one of the versions explaining the terrible stories about the cemetery and what happened.

6. The Horrors and Vampires of Chestnut Hill Cemetery

Chestnut Hill Baptist Cemetery, located in Exeter, Rhode Island, is known for the appearance of a vampire named Mercy Brown on its grounds. She outlived her sister and mother, victims of tuberculosis, and often visited their graves. In January 1892, 19-year-old Mercy herself fell ill with tuberculosis and was soon reunited with her family on the cemetery grounds. George, Mercy's father, began to complain that she came to him every night, complaining of hunger. His son Edwin also fell ill with tuberculosis, but since he also spoke of Mercy's nightly visits, the family and villagers believed that the cause of his illness lay in the restless deceased. George Brown, with the participation of others, dug the graves of his wife and two daughters on March 17, 1892. Of these, only Mercy, who died in January, was not subject to the effects of decomposition. This was enough evidence for George to believe in her rebirth as a vampire. The villagers cut out Mercy's heart, burned it, mixed the resulting ashes with water and gave it to the sick Edwin as medicine. Despite this, he died a few months later. The story of Mercy Brown inspired a number of writers to create several novels, including Bram Stoker's Dracula.