I rarely sleep late anymore. Not enough hours in the day, as it is, and getting back on schedule makes Mondays sheer hell, if you've slept 'til 11 all weekend. So this morning, same as yesterday, I was up just after 7 and out the door before 8. Yesterday, on our way to the farm for local honey, we'd passed a cool-looking cemetery in Wenham and I was hoping the rain was dwindling enough for me to check it out.
Wenham Cemetery is a mix of newer graves [judging by the headstones] and very, very old ones. The cemetery wasn't as big as Central Cemetery in Beverly, but it was big enough. At 8am on a damp Sunday morning, I felt confident I'd have it to myself and opted to drive through instead of walk. Thinking back, if I'd walked in, I'm not sure how far I'd have gotten.
I don't scare easily, don't tend to get creeped out in the "normal" places.
Cemeteries don't bother me; the dead do not scare me, interred or otherwise. But there are times, and places, that give me the willies, and this morning at Wenham Cemetery was one. For starters, I spent the whole time I was there peering over my shoulder or spinning to look behind me: I felt like someone was watching me the entire time, and not from some distance, but nearby. And it was a decidedly unhappy feeling - call it "bad juju" or "vibes" or what have you, I wasn't enjoying the feeling. I did not hear or see anything "abnormal"; there were traffic noises from Rt. 1A, and the occasional voices of golfers from the country club that surrounds the cemetery on three sides. But I realized I didn't like getting out of the car, felt rushed, and had to talk myself into a second drive through to get to another section. During that second pass, my skin crawled and I was so tense that I started to feel sick. I headed out, parked across the street for a couple photos, then headed home. Less than 10 minutes out of Wenham, I felt fine and hungry enough to stop and bring home breakfast for K and myself.
In the roughly 30 minutes I spent in the cemetery, I took 75 photos. The rain held off, so there was plenty of light. I was able to steady the camera - and/or myself - on the car, against trees, etc. So there should have been plenty of decent images. Instead, out of 75, only 13 images were worth keeping; the rest were blurry or too dark. [The shots I took of Wenham Lake, on my way home? They came out just fine.] Other people have gotten great photos in Wenham Cemetery - even in the rain! - but I'm in no rush to go back.
Wenham Cemetery is a mix of newer graves [judging by the headstones] and very, very old ones. The cemetery wasn't as big as Central Cemetery in Beverly, but it was big enough. At 8am on a damp Sunday morning, I felt confident I'd have it to myself and opted to drive through instead of walk. Thinking back, if I'd walked in, I'm not sure how far I'd have gotten.
I don't scare easily, don't tend to get creeped out in the "normal" places.
Cemeteries don't bother me; the dead do not scare me, interred or otherwise. But there are times, and places, that give me the willies, and this morning at Wenham Cemetery was one. For starters, I spent the whole time I was there peering over my shoulder or spinning to look behind me: I felt like someone was watching me the entire time, and not from some distance, but nearby. And it was a decidedly unhappy feeling - call it "bad juju" or "vibes" or what have you, I wasn't enjoying the feeling. I did not hear or see anything "abnormal"; there were traffic noises from Rt. 1A, and the occasional voices of golfers from the country club that surrounds the cemetery on three sides. But I realized I didn't like getting out of the car, felt rushed, and had to talk myself into a second drive through to get to another section. During that second pass, my skin crawled and I was so tense that I started to feel sick. I headed out, parked across the street for a couple photos, then headed home. Less than 10 minutes out of Wenham, I felt fine and hungry enough to stop and bring home breakfast for K and myself.In the roughly 30 minutes I spent in the cemetery, I took 75 photos. The rain held off, so there was plenty of light. I was able to steady the camera - and/or myself - on the car, against trees, etc. So there should have been plenty of decent images. Instead, out of 75, only 13 images were worth keeping; the rest were blurry or too dark. [The shots I took of Wenham Lake, on my way home? They came out just fine.] Other people have gotten great photos in Wenham Cemetery - even in the rain! - but I'm in no rush to go back.
2 comments:
Hmmm...nice spooky story for this time of year! I've never been scared in such places (well, except for one night when the Police arrived, in pursuit of a murder suspect!), but can imagine such shivers.
A murder suspect? Now that's timing!
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