Not So Lonely

From: Bill Samuels (bill87@ix.netcom.com)
Type: Ghost
Subject: The not so lonely, lonely cemetary
Personal Experience:
From: Bill Samuels/bill87@ix.netcom.com

Me and my friend Paul were visiting Lake Sonoma in the wine country of California one day this winter (1996). We were looking for a site to run a possible jet bike rental business. The both of us had visited Lake Sonoma several times since it was built a couple of years ago but one place always stuck in our mind, the cemetary on the winding road on the way up to the lake. We could tell from the road that it was a real old cemetary and that it probably had the remains of many California pioneers so on the way back, we made an effort to finally check the place out.

The cemetary was on a steep hill and the entire cemetary had old oak trees that provided heavy shade and a feeling of peace and beauty. Of course, being winter, the trees had already shed their leaves so their old rustic look kind of added to the feeling of the place.

Paul parked his truck at the top of the hill and we proceeded down the hill on foot, reading the headstones along the way. Most of the stones had been placed in the mid to late 1800's, keeping in mind that this area must have been very sparcely settled at that time, especially being a good 70+ miles from San Francisco. As we reached about 3/4 of the way down the hill where the exit was, my friend Paul asked me if I ever get a weird feeling when I'm at a cemetary reading headstones. I asked him what he was talking about and he asked if I ever felt like the dead were watching. I responded by saying, "of course not, if you were dead and could go anywhere in the universe, would you hang out at an old boring cemetary?" About 30 seconds past and Paul informed me that he was going back to his truck and that he would meet me at the gate of the cemetary at the bottom of the hill. I said okay since I wasn't done yet and so Paul proceeded back up the hill to his truck while I continued to read the remaining headstones.

About a minute passed when I glanced up at Paul's truck and saw what I thought was him standing in front of the driver's side door. Paul had on a white sweat shirt and the whiteness of him standing in front of his white truck stood out in my mind. However, I wondered how Paul could get to the top of the hill so quickly since it was a steap hill and Paul was hardly an athlete. Then my eyes wondered down the hill a ways and I noticed Paul about half way between myself and his truck. Looking back at the truck again, there was nothing there. I thought that maybe I was seeing things since the cemetary was a bit creepy anyway so I continued reading the head stones, a little faster though since I now felt a little uncomfortable. A few minutes passed and Paul pulled his truck to the bottom of the hill about a minute or so before I got to the bottom. I got in the truck and we drove off.

About ten minutes or so later, I asked Paul why he all of a sudden decided to go back to his truck. I thought it was funny because right before he left he had asked me that question about whether I felt that we were being watched or not and it seemed that he had suddenly become nervous about being in a cemetary almost alone. Paul responded that right before asking that question, he had gotten the sensation that we were being watched by someone or something in the cemetary and that whatever it was, was standing by his truck.

Of course, I told him what I saw. We both starred at each other as we both felt that cold tingling feeling travel down our spines. but then again, we were alone in the cemetary, weren't we?