Back in the fall, sometime in November ('99), Bridget and I decided to take a quick jaunt to St. Bernard's Cemetery in Fitchburg. It was a rather warm, quiet night, the moon was full, and it was prime ghost hunting time: midnight.
We drove into the cemetery, parking our car deep into the area, beneath a clump of trees which grew over the road. We both had our cameras and a few extra rolls of film.
Now, normally when we go out ghost hunting, we generally have Matt with us, but this night we went alone and being that this hobby was still in the early stages of developement, we were a bit anxious to get out of the car and actually walk among the dearly departed, but we had psyched ourselves up and couldn't back down now.
So, side-by-side, we walked through the many enormous stones in the cemetery, snapping a few pictures here and there. One thing I've noticed about St. Bernard's Cemetery, is that it has a weird calm about it. Your body and mind seem to relax as you walk through the many rows of tombstones and you feel accepted. On this particular night, however, my spine kept tingling and I had a really bad feeling and I honestly wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
We snapped a few more photographs when we both decided it was time to turn back. It was then that I learned that Bridget was having the same feelings of uneasiness. As we continued back to the car, both of our attentions became fixated upon a woman, whom we didn't notice before, dressed in black mourning clothes. She was kneeling in front of a tombstone seemingly praying or weeping, we weren't sure. The time was approximately 12:45 am and we both found this strange and sorta just stopped in our tracks, watching this woman.
At first, I thought it was a bush creating the image of a woman through shadows and movement by the wind, but there was no wind and the whole area was lit up by the moon and the lights from the city. After about 5 minutes, the woman still hadn't moved at all and again, it made me think this was nothing more than a bush. I suggested that we get moving again and we started walking, picking up our pace, eager to get back to the car. Without warning, the woman/person stood up and seemed to be turning in our general direction. Needless to say, Bridget and I didn't wait around to see what or who it might be. We all but ran back to the car, hopped in, and drove out of there. Since we had pulled so far into the cemetery, the only way to get out was to continue forward, which would take us past where the woman had been kneeling.
There was absolutely no one there.
I'm not an expert by any means, but I'm not one to let my imagination get away from me either and we both saw the woman and we know she was there, but what we can't tell you is, whether she was real or not.
