Black and White - Sophistique Noir's October Theme

Black and White is the theme for this month. I went with a photo I found while perusing my flashdrive the other day.

This is a picture of one of my favorite local cemeteries, Goshen Cemetery, in Richmond, Indiana. I don’t quite believe in the “orb” hype. I think they can be explained. But this picture is spooky and beautiful. It reminds me of the good times. I would like to go back some day. The people that care for it now are vigilant about visitors at night, though, so who knows when I’ll go back.

Before the baby came along and life happened, my favorite thing to do was go ghost hunting. There is something so exciting about roaming around dark graveyards at night. Goshen is an adorable little roadside graveyard on a highway heading north out of my town. It’s convenient and always delivers. It was the first place I ever investigated.

My favorite experience was one night I went out there with a friend. I was upset about a disagreement I had earlier with my now husband. My friend thought it would be a good idea to swing by our favorite haunt (punny!) to cheer me up. A good scare always made me feel better. We were visiting a few of our favorite graves and we started to head towards the children’s section which is behind a line of trees in the back corner. We both stopped because we heard the distinct jingle of my husband’s keys. He always wears his keys on his belt loops. We figured he knew we were headed out there and decided to scare us or join us. I called out to him. Nothing. She called out to him. Nothing… The jingling stopped and we shined our flashlights in the area where the jingling sounded but no one was there.

We figured it was time to go. We went to say goodbye to the babies and the jingling started again. It was definitely someone walking with keys. My friend knows the people who live there and care for the place. She told them we would be out there so they wouldn’t come and make us leave. We knew it was not them. There were no other cars that stopped there. We were definitely alone. At least we hoped we were. We made a mad dash for the car, jumped in, and locked the doors. Because locked doors will keep out a ghost, right? Lol After we caught our breath, we drove through the whole cemetery and saw nothing and no one.

When I got home, I asked my now husband if he had gone out there and somehow hid from us. He said no. I still get chills thinking about being stalked in a graveyard. I’m glad I wasn’t alone though.

If you search for “Goshen Cemetery Haunted”, you will find tons of links of other people’s experiences.