When we got to the cemetery it was still daylight and we were the only ones there besides a man visiting the grave of his daughter. We decided to just walk around a bit and get Bob and Nancy more acquainted to their surroundings. I began to feel some spirits I had spoken to the first time as we made our rounds. Especially Maggie and William (who insists on being called Bill) continued to follow me. Several times that night I kept feeling Bill behind me, looking over my shoulder, and it got so annoying. It was even more annoying when Bill's head kept brushing against my ear when he would look over my shoulder. What is also annoying is I can physically feel a spirit's presence, and hear them speak, but I can't see them unless they want me to. So imagine feeling somebody behind you (body against body) and then feel pressure on your shoulder from them looking over it, and then feel almost like hair brush against your ear when they turn their head......yet you can't SEE them. It would get severely annoying, would it not? I kept turning in circles waiting to see a man behind me, but to no avail. It was like trying to catch the coat tails of the invisible man.
Maggie was there too but she kept her distance because she was unsure of Bob and Nancy. She kept asking me about them, and what they wanted. I had to keep reassuring her about them and that they meant her no harm. Maggie also went on to say that the other spirits are getting weary because it seems like everytime we come back that we are bringing more and more people. I had to reassure her then to that we would try to keep the people to a minimum.
When Bob first tuned on the Ghost Box the first thing to come through was the sounds of a piano followed by several spirits saying Bob's name. Then we began getting a handful of spirits asking us why we were there and that we needed to take our business elsewhere. Through out the night we got all sorts of things to come through. Ranging from mechanical noises (which a spirit indentified as the protectors speaking), a vintage bicycle bell, piana, snare drum, violin, having our names said, and so on.
The last time I went Cathy didn't get out much equipment so almost all of what we got was sensory phenomena. But Bob busted out alot of fun things (sounds naughty, huh?) and we managed to interact with Robina Smith, her father G.W. Smith, and her cousin Evelyn Maloy. It was funny because when we put Bob's Ghost Box on Evelyn's grave, and I sat down in front of her headstone. I heard this loud woman's voice come through, "Maloy!" We heard George several times crying out, "Robina! Robina! My sweet Robina!" Robina talked some on the Ghost Box, but she preferred using the lights to speak. Evelyn was more prevalent than both of them, speaking constantly through the Ghost Box, and with the lights.
During our grave side visit with Robina, George, and Evelyn I kept getting the sensation of being pulled, and feeling restless. So I decided to follow whatever was tugging at me. I was led quite a bit away from the group and I began seeing a red orb that was fiery and bigger than my fist. I asked it if it wanted me to follow it, it grew brighter and began leading me past headstones. Suddenly I realized it was leading me to the road, and I stopped. If you know anything about Arapaho Cemetery the road is where "The Protectors" are and I was not about to head out there alone. I told the orb, "I will follow you anywhere you wish to guide me in the cemetery, But I refuse to go out onto the road." So I followed it in loops around the cemetery and finally it began heading out to the road again. So I decided to turn around and make my way back to the group. Which when I got back to Robina's grave they weren't there and had moved to a different spot.
They were at the grave of a woman named Pearl and a confederate soldier was buried next to her. Pearl was greatly fascinated with the equipment, but she also felt like we were being intrusive, and that we should leave. I kept getting the feeling of being shoved, and Bill told me to leave her alone. So I went exploring by myself again and stumbled upon a grave I didn't see during our last visit. It was closed off and had a tall pillar. I went inside the boxed in area and looked at the headstone. It had the Free Mason symbol on it and was slowly falling apart. The names on it were weather worn but readable. It was the grave of Joseph and Eliza Crippen. While studying the massive headstone I found a massive chunk of it laying on the ground. As soon as I picked it up I heard a woman's voice say, "Take it." I told her that I wouldn't feel right taking it, and set it down. Then I went in search of the group.
Bob, Logan, and Nancy were still at Pearl's grave and as I was approaching and they told me that a spirit was asking for me by name. I said hello and then we said our goodbyes then decided to go to Joseph and Eliza's grave. After we set up I decided to ask about the rock since we had the Ghost Box over there. I asked, "Do you want me to still take the rock?" I heard a woman say, "Yes". I asked, "Are you sure?" I heard a man say, "No." Then I told them, "I am confused. Can I have the rock or not?" Bob got an EVP of a woman who we all heard at the time, exclaim really loudly, "Take it!"
So I took the rock and told them thank you. Then we said our goodbyes and decided to go back to Robina's grave before saying our goodbyes.
We didn't talk much to Robina it was mostly Evelyn again. She told us that the Protectors would be paying us a visit and that they do not care whether they have permission or not. Which Bob wasn't too happy to hear. Also Maggie wasn't too thrilled that I was leaving again and insisted that I stay. I told her that I couldn't stay, but I would come back and visit. She told me "Goodbye" on the Ghost Box. I feel sort of bad that I didn't actually visit Maggie's grave while there, but I couldn't find it. I stumbled upon it by accident the last time we were there.
It is kind of weird to say it, but I have friends at that cemetery now Maggie, Bill, and apparenty Eliza. I will be sure to visit them each and every time we go there.
(This is the rock that I was given that was apart of the Crippen headstone. I know the writing is crappy, but you try being a calligrapher with a crayola marker on a bumpy, curcy surface. I have been keeping it on top of my fridge, so in case it gives me any activity, it will be in the focal point of my home.)
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