Creepy Cemetary

It was the fall of 1983. October in Michigan. I was in my early 20s then, and my husband and I had moved out to Lake Orion, Michigan to be more in the country. We were renting a condo and it was not far from a huge old cemetery beyond a small bridge. The bridge was over a dry creek bed at that time of year. No houses or anything at all really near it.

My younger sister had come up to visit from the Detroit area, and being a big baby about anything remotely scary, my husband and I decided to take her for a drive out to the old cemetery.

It was twilight when we got there.We drove onto the bridge and stopped and parked,facing the cemetery. As far as we could see, there was nothing but gravestones.

The sky was turning purple as the sun began to set. All the trees were skeletal looking, having shed all their leaves, and were standing naked out in the cold October air.

As soon as we stopped the car and turned off the ignition, I began to spin a totally untrue story about how a man had brought a young girl out to this spot and had raped and murdered her. We were in a 1968 Camero, which has a very small interior.

My sister was in the back seat, and as I turned to gauge her reaction to my fake tale of terror, she was obviously starting to become scared enough that she had that look of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

Before I could start to really get into the bloody details of my story, she began to yell, "Let's leave. Right Now. Let's GO!" The next thing we all heard was three very loud booming knocks that sounded like they were coming right underneath the car, under the very spot on the bridge we were parked.

This scared the hell out of all three of us! My husband turned the car on,and we burned rubber getting out of there. I believe that something in that cemetery had a very good sense of humour and perfect timing. Instead of me just scaring my poor sister, all three of us got a scare and an experience I will never forget.