Some years ago, my wife, sons, and I were visiting friends for the day. Going out into their backyard for a breath of fresh air, I noticed a cemetery just a block away on top of a hill. What struck my curiosity was the sight of a lone mausoleum sunk into the hillside.
|Family name deliberately blurred out of respect and consideration|
There were ventilation holes in the rusted door and curious, I peered inside to see if anything was visible.
Nothing could be seen but a dark interior. However, you can imagine my stunned surprise when from within the tomb, I heard the distinct sound of movement.
I jumped back and immediately scolded myself soundly for my overactive imagination. Carefully, I leaned toward the ventilation holes and once again, the unmistakable sound of movement came from behind the door, a sound like grave clothes brushing against stone.
My overactive imagination took full sway. Though I don't believe in ghosts, for one fleeting moment I entertained the possibility. I even considered that somebody may have been imprisoned within the mausoleum and left to die and I was hearing their desperate attempts to communicate.
Running back to my friends' house, I strode into the kitchen were they and my wife sat at the dinner table talking.
"That mausoleum over in the cemetery?" I began in haste. "The one you can see from your backyard?"
Oh, yes," my friend's wife said. "I've told my children to avoid it. It's completely full of snakes."
|"Snakes! Why did it have to be snakes?"|
I was able to research the mausoleum. It contains the remains of only one individual who was interred in October 1922.
If any of my closest friends and neighbors recognize the site, please, out of respect and consideration for the family, do not mention its location or the name of the deceased in the comment section of this blog.