PRESENT: Brandy, Verna, Jeanne, Mary and four potentials (Mike, Sally, Jesse and Carrie)
Conditions: Clear, slight breeze, warm but comfortable
As soon as we entered the the cemetery, Verna and I both felt an immediate pull to the back left corner. The sensation was not pleasant. Before going back in that direction, we did a perimeter walk around the older part of the cemetery. We were investigating it in conjunction with a legend (?) of a black-eyed ghost that was reported as appearing to several young men very early in the morning. They reported being terrified by it.
When we reached the back corner, there was the presence of a man who seemed to be unfriendly. My feeling was that he was connected to the late 1800s either by birth or death. I am not sure that he is buried there, but do feel that he is connected with the land. He may have been an earlier settler of the area. Perhaps it is his land that was sold or given for the cemetery.
Several pictures revealed orbs. There is a series of pictures that show unusual orbs which may be the same orb that slowly turns. It is hard to distinguish the source of the orb, but it is not a light or a bug. It has texture to it and may be of natural origin. It has an orange glow to it and one picture also contains a reflection of it.
Clearwater Municipal Cemetary
Jeanne, Verna, Mary, Brandy
Potential SPIRITS members also attended.
We were doing an investigation of the cemetary based on a story I received word of mouth. We thought that it might relate to the Cecil legend (see Urban Legends page). The story came from a young man who, several years ago, said that he enjoyed hanging out in the cemetary. He and a group of friends had been up late that night (it neared 3 or 4 a.m.) and decided to go for a walk; the were walking through the cemetary when the felt a horrible sense of dread. The person who relayed this to me said that he looked up to see a well dressed man in a 3-piece suit standing in the light of a street lamp. The man was older, silver hair, and had no eyes (or black spots where the eyes should be). The entire group felt terror. The old man asked them what they were doing there, and suggested they should leave. The young man answered this spectre very politely (I can't remember the exact quote), but turned to his friend, a young man known for his resoluteness, and asked him if they should run. The friend agreed, and in unison the entire group bolted from the cemetary. This young man said that he felt as if the old man were right on his heels, his hands reaching for the back of his neck. The resolute friend grew angry after they had cleared the cemetary -- this behavior was not at all like him. He turned around got in his car and drove into the cemetary to confront the old man but no one was there. The group saw no one leave.
This sounds remarkably like the "black eyed entity" stories that I hear about every now and again. These are entities that look like normal people except that they have no eyes, and they inspire terror. People also report feeling as if they want something from them, or as if the black-eyed people want near them to cause harm. I asked the young man if he had heard of the Cecil legend, about a ghost that, when invoked by name 3 times, follows the invoker home and often creates a sense of terror. The young man had not, but he did say that he had been discussing a mutual friend on the way to the cemetary -- whose last name was Cecil, and to whom they referred to as "Cecil". (He was quite pale as he told this to me).
We opted to investigate the cemetary. However, we went just prior to sunset and left within 30 minutes after the sun went down. The cemetary crossed over two streets, but Jeanne had scouted out and determined which of the two was older. We went into the older section and immedately, Verna and Mary described being pulled to one corner of the cemetary. They described an older man there, and a sense of terror or heaviness. Mary reported that her stomache was upset and there was a sense of tightness in the chest.
In the area where my meter gave a nice EMF spike, Jeanne also had a spike.
I brought with me my EMF meter, which did spike for reasons unknown. At one point, we stopped in the corner of the cemetary where the pressure was reported and I set the meter down on an old bench. We timed the spikes to the meter (19 secions, 9 secionds, 48 seconds, 28 seconds, 26 seconds, 1:12 seconds, 10 seconds) and found no true pattern.
A short time later, as Verna was walking in front of me, she suddenly stopped. She felt something tug on her hair. She stopped where she was and looked around. There were branches above her, but they were too far out of reach to have touched her.
We attempted to find the grave of the individual who might be the old man who manifested. There were several graves that related to the 1800s; Mary honed in on an individual from the late 1800s who was in the cemetary the older gentleman that she sensed. EMF was not of much use and we were not able to pinpoint any single grave. Mary felt as if the entity had come into the area and was not buried there.
In review of the film, I found what I initially thought were some odd light shots. A second look reveals that these images are just streetlights coming through the trees. The video that I took did have an odd section of noise that I heard when we were actively looking in the "haunted area" for the old man's grave. I listened to it several times and believe that it may be a car stereo that I'm picking up in the distance. In checking with the other individual who used a video camera, however, he did not find any car noise in his film. Other images on the video included bugs flying by the lens.
Overall, we would like to go back to that cemetary, particularly when it's lighter, and stay through sunset. It does appear to have something to its history but what, exactly, that is is hard to tell. More research is needed.
Clearwater Municipal Cemetery Report
September 15, 2007
We arrived about 45mins before Sunset. Cemetery was spilt by a road. The group decided to investigate the east side. I got my camcorder out, but the battery was dead. I thought for sure I had charged them all before going there, but I had backups. We walked the graveyard for awhile. I had my camcorder running most of the time. I didn’t have any negative feelings. Even as darkness set in, I was comfortable with the area. At one point Brandy was timing for some EMF spikes she was getting. She set the meter down to watch and time them. I scanned the area. No electric wires above ground, and nothing electrical for at least 100 feet if not a couple hundred feet in any direction. Spikes were random in timing and random in strength, sometimes peeking up to 2.5mg. After this we walked around a little while longer trying to get evps or some sort of experience. Everything was still calm for me.
After reviewing the video/audio I found nothing that stood or jumped out on the video. The first part of the audio was almost deafening do to the bugs at sunset. The bugs weren’t as loud later in the night, but with traffic, car alarms, other people in the area, the audio was to contaminated for any kind of evps.
This investigation was held after a members meeting, so we had several potential members join us. I had not attended the meeting due to my work schedule, so I went straight to the cemetery. The meeting had apparently run a little long, so I was there alone for a while. There were two parts to the cemetery with a road separating them. I drove around both and looked them over. The eastern part seemed to be the older section. The other members, and four potential ones arrived, and we started out doing a walk through. Mary and Verna felt pulled to the far east corner. As we approached the area, Brandy's meter spiked, and mine did too. We checked around for power lines and saw none nearby. Brandy's meter continued to spike randomly but mine didn't do it again all night. In the area, Mary felt a presence of an older man who was from the late 1800's. We looked around at the stones for dates in the 1800's and didn't find any that seemed connected to him. Mary wasn't sure if he was buried here or not. At one point, Verna felt like her hair had been pulled. We looked around for branches or spider webs but saw nothing that low. We continued to look around and take pictures until it got too dark. We had started a bit late, so we discussed coming here again sometime when we can stay longer. In reviewing my photos, I got nothing unusual in any of them. I had not made any recordings because traffic noise probably would have interfered.
Clearwater Municipal Cemetery 12/27/07 approximately 3:00 PM
This was Jen's first trip to the cemetery and my third in an on-going SPIRITS' investigation. As we were nearing the cemetery, she got the name Green which she originally interpreted as something of Celtic origin. She envisioned a woman in a flowing skirt as well. Upon entering, the first tombstone that Jen saw was for a family named Green. Not far from there was a young woman with a very Irish sounding name that appeared to have died in childbirth. Could she have been picking up on either of these?
Just as we were leaving Jen discovered a large glass jar almost completely buried. We were able to see a picture of two women, writing in red ink on a brown paper bag and what looked like salt or sugar inside the jar which indicated a Santeria ritual. The location is near the area where on previous visits the team had picked up EMF readings with no apparent source and sensitives had felt an unfriendly male presence. The jar was returned to its place just as we found it.
Saturday, December 29th 2007
Cemetery in Clearwater
Mary & Jen
Warm and sunny weather
Sony Digital Camera, Olympus Digital Voice Recorder
Mary wanted to take me out to this cemetery to see what my impressions might be. From speaking with Mary I knew that something had been sensed or seen there previously, I just did not know the details. On our drive I tried to clear my mind to allow any thoughts on this place come to mind. As we got closer to the cemetery there were only two things that came to mind. One: “Green.” - I went off of the word green trying to analyze it in a symbolic way. The only thing I could come up with was a symbol of something or someone Celtic. So then it drifted to Irish or Scottish. Second: “Swooshing dress” - In my minds eye I saw the left side of a dress. I long swooshing white type.
Mary parked away from the “funeral only” zone and we entered the cemetery. I let myself wander “feeling” the cemetery. I headed to the NW quadrant – I believe. I did not share any of my impressions I gathered on the way with Mary at this point, but the very first headstone I saw was the name Green. I did not feel anything more about the Greens. I think it was more of a symbol.
I stopped at another headstone of a woman buried along with two of her infants. I believe she might be the woman I described above as Mary and I both sensed children. I picture this woman as very strong willed, determined and proud. While at the cemetery I pictured more of a sad side to her as if her spirit roams the property looking for her daughters which I think could have been biased by my own emotions. Now I think she might actually just drop in WITH her daughters. (I know, vanilla pudding)…
We met a Doctor who I think was a bit feisty in life and perhaps even after death. Mary confirmed her thoughts the same. We even met a Professor!
I do not know if I was led to the jar or if it is that I scan the cemeteries for trash so I may dispose of it properly, but we found it nonetheless. It was if we already KNEW the jar held something peculiar when we found it. I fell to my knees and tried to dig this “trash” out. It was almost “addicting.” I can still hear Mary in the background cheering me on!
We could see that it was a glass jar and eventually I wiggled it out of its well formed space.
I was a bit uneasy as it looked like it contained a milky-white liquid. That was my first focus and concern. Mary could see it contained something more. The lid was already loose as I removed as much of the dirt off of its side so we could see if we wanted to inspect it closer.
The jar contained what looked like a folded piece of brown paper bag. It had about an inch and a half of either sugar or salt, I did not want to smell it or get my face near it, and so I am still unsure. I grabbed two twigs and carefully removed the paper. As I unrolled the brown paper my heart stopped as I saw a photo of two women inside and there was red writing all over the inside of the bag. Voodoo was the first thing that came to mind. After taking some pictures, we carefully wrapped it up and placed it back into the jar. Mary and I told the spirits that we meant no harm and respectfully replaced it back into its grave!
This is not a quiet area, therefore no EVPs. Nothing was captured on film.
One possible explaination:
There is a common spell done by Wiccans and passed along called a "Witches Jar." It is done when there are bad feelings between people, relationship breakups, etc. Most of the time it involves putting a photograph of the person, perhaps a list or a letter to the person in the jar, then adding broken glass, rusty nails, that type of thing and then filling the jar with urine and adding a few drops of blood. The jar is then sealed and buried. It is considered a way to keep the other person at bay, not a way of harming the other person, in most cases...there are some less scrupulous people who have been known to use the jar to cause ill will to come to the other person. -- Susan.
I would also propose that this might not be strictly Wiccan, but could also be part of the local folk tradition, Voodon, or Santeria practices. -- Brandy