TL;DR we decided to make stupid people choices and got stupid people prizes
So, for a while now our friend DJ has been begging to tag along with us on a trip to a place called the witches circle. It’s a cemetery in the next town over and it’s SPOOKY. For the most part we said we wouldn’t go back under any circumstances. For safety reasons mostly. Every now and again I want to go back but there’s a limit on how many times you can visit for most people and my girlfriend isn’t keen on me going back.
Ironically the town we were in is under Salem Township…tucked away on a backroad in the middle of nowhere called Sharp Cemetery. It’s off the side off a curve by scary tall trees that I have never seen with greenery on them. As far as we have researched it’s a public cemetery as well. It’s called the ‘Witches Circle’ for some alleged witches that are buried there and for some alleged group of kids trying to do rituals there. That’s where most of the grave defiling and the rubble comes from.
The first time I went I was with @otmxghosty, and Tree (friend listed in my masterpost/guidpost) because I have an awful habit of finding stuff to do at odd hours of the night and begging Ghostie to take me. Ghostie isn’t a fan of going to cemeteries we aren’t familiar with, but I’m almost always down to visit new ones. We went and it wasn’t that bad, some crackling and animal sounds. Not bad but gave all of us the creeps.
The very next night after that we were sitting in Ghostie’s dad’s Prius waiting for @thorne-5658 to get out of work. I’d like to note this was the first time I went and did anything outside of work with her..and boy do I want a do over for that one 😬 we had a curfew of 2ish am so we figured “fuck it’s let’s go BACK to the Witches Circle” bad idea.
We went using the buddy system, Ghostie and Tree, my girlfriend and I, for safety. We weren’t intending to do rituals or defile anything, just take a look and see what we can see. There’s a lot of children’s graves there—young children, sadly. One of the one I saw was a little boy’s grave. I think if I remember right he was only a few months old in the back corner. I remember seeing small toys and pennies around the grave too. We also saw a few that had jewelry and a couple of dolls too. I’m honestly surprised with the amount of vandalism that there was anything there.
Many of the graves are broken, stamped in the ground, one of them even has a giant red paint splatter that some people claim is blood (there’s no way it isn’t paint, it’s still red and didn’t sink into the gravestone) there’s also been claims of seeing a women all in white and one of the passed grave keepers. He’s said to be an old man and some people say he’s got a dog with him.
We hadn’t been there long the second night, I was looking at the little boy’s grave trying to read it from a safe distance (I don’t like the idea of stepping on someone since it’s rude) we were all getting ready to leave when out of the trees just over the fence behind me—I was facing the entrance and my girlfriend—there was a VERY loud scream. Not like a raccoon screech or a buck screaming, more like a grown man screaming in pain (but with the decibel level of a banshee) as if they’d been shot or something. Blood curdling fear type of scream.
Tree got a little turned around and started to run further in, Ghostie had to grab her and yank her towards the entrance. My girlfriend started to also run out…and my stupid ass fucking stood there trying to figure out what it was before she yanked me along with her. I wanted to know what the hell made that sound. We have our theories, but we still aren’t 100% sure.
On the way home we saved the ever loving shit out of ourselves while most of us were crying and shaking the whole way back.
My girlfriend’s stepdad gave us all a once over and sent us home (lol) and none of us really slept well that night. He also said that we can really only go a maximum of 4 times before shit starts getting weird (like it hadn’t already) and that if we go back we shouldn’t take anything home with us (obviously)
Typically we would go to a cemetery closer to where we lived at the time. We knew what was there, nothing super bad or angry (no private property, so we could go whenever) and we know to be respectful and not to touch anything. No touching, no stomping around/walking over graves, etc. Just to look or walk on the paths.
We agreed to take DJ recently (Ghosite and I’s 3rd time and DJ’s 1st) and it was a HOT MESS. He wanted to go for his birthday and we went. We figured a 3rd time wouldn’t hurt as long as we don’t go back a final time. I talked it over with my girlfriend, and the deal was that we could go as long as we came back in one piece and showed up to our shifts tomorrow for work..And not go back again after this, because it’s probably a bad idea in the first place.
(Spoiler she was right as usual)
After work Ghostie and I picked up DJ we went over the rules: don’t. touch. anything, don’t take anything, don’t leave anything, if you feel like you should leave, YOU LEAVE, if you think you hear something, you leave. Everything has to be kept in its place so we don’t break anything, and be mindful of how loud you are.
We used the buddy system again and all stuck with each other. Just to look, say we visited with DJ, and leave.
There was some rustling in the bushes but that was probably a raccoon or another animal and that’s not what bugged us, until we heard it screech (unlike the first time this actually sounded like an animal) so we booked it out of there.
Once we got to the road I swear up and down I heard a man’s voice clear as day yell “you aren’t supposed to come near us” but in a pained voice. It also didn’t sound like it came from inside the cemetery. It sounded like it was behind the truck out on the road. The road in the middle of BFE with no houses for at least a few blocks. DJ and Ghostie swear they didn’t hear it—I know I’m crazy but I’m not THAT crazy. I heard it. We threw our flashlights and whatnot into the truck bed and drove off. I sprayed the car inside and out with smudge spray since we didn’t have sage or a lighter.
Everyone’s home now, Ghostie and I are putting together a document of what we heard to keep record and compare it with the last time and we’ll put it up on our new shared blog at some point soon while we make a new batch of spray.
We fucked around, found out, and now I’d like for this migraine to stop. I’d actually rather have one of my regular ocular headaches, this shit sucks.
I have no idea what “us” implies and I don’t intend on finding out,
