This is an actual photo of an orb I captured earlier tonight in my favorite cemetery not far from Sorrycuse, NY where I’m staying with my cousin.
As I was walking ‘twixt the tombstones in the blackness, I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye.
“Probably hunters”, I thought, “Don’t look like a target.”
(I see deer here a lot. They brandish their white tails at me as they bound off to the darker parts of the cemetery.)
Then some tittering.
I was dressed in black from head to toe, so I figured what better opportunity?
I glided silently between the stones as the kids shone their flashlights all around, laughing nervously.
Then, the laughing stopped as I glided past them and into the shadows.
And a good story they’ll take home tonight, I’m sure!
Ah yes, the cemetery is always a good time.
Speaking of good times, I have a proposition.
If you cross around behind an innocent-looking mound of grass and trees on the southwest side of the cemetery, you’ll find a stone wall built into the side of the hill back in the early 1800’s.
Set into that wall is a very large iron door.
With a small padlock keeping it shut.
Ah, you know where this is going, don’t you?
I want to know what’s inside.
No, I have a genuine need to know what’s inside.
And nobody was thoughtful enough to post a sign with an explanation.
So obviously I need to go down there in the middle of the night and open that door.
Just to make sure everything inside checks out.
But I’d like a partner.
You know, to notify my next of kin if I don’t make it back.
Are you in?
Ooooo…. creepy! I’d go! But I’d want to see what’s behind the wall too. =)
Anna! Sounds like a blast! 🙂 I’m going to work on this…
Okie dokes! ☺