Wenona Cemetery

Nothing screams idiot more than a cracker with a flashlight walking through a cemetery in the middle of the night. Of course, this just happens to describe my very fate when I went searching through Wenona Cemetery after hearing rumors of some demon playing wild games. Why? Hey, I don't know the reasons for half the things I do. This just happens to be one of them.

You find a lot of activity in a cemetery during the night. Unfortunately, most of it is due to overactive imaginations and the result of too many late night horror movie marathons. Wenona Cemetery had a reputation for being highly volatile, but reputations are often built on gossip and lore told by teenagers to get their girlfriend's to cling closer.

I had all but brushed off Wenona Cemetery entirely, instead wanting to focus on something indoors for the winter time, until an acquaintance of mine living in the area confirmed some of the local legends. Though known to embellish a bit, I trusted his opinion enough to know that something was going on. He had a nose for these things.

Local legend finds that deep into the cemetery, near the far end, some malevolent entity had made a mausoleum its home. It presented some strange eerie feeling that caused the cemetery visitors and caretakers to avoid that section altogether. As far as I was aware though, nobody had yet seen what was causing this. For all intents and purposes, it could have been a tree casting a dark shadow, or a possum scurrying around.

I approached the case with an open mind, but I had tons of doubts. Looking at the track records of many demonic cases from across a broad spectrum of religions, you realize that a cemetery is the least likely place to find one. You might find an angry ancestor upset over you stomping on their tombstone, but not much more.

I showed up to the cemetery with a couple of friends and acquaintances. I figured that at worst, nothing would happen, but at least I could get something to eat later. It wouldn't be a total loss.

We walked through the majority of the newer section of the cemetery with nothing more than wind burn to show for it. Though we did run into some idiot who decided that walking his dog through the cemetery in the middle of the night was a sane thing to do. Of course, I guess what we were doing didn't much qualify for sanity either. So I shouldn't talk.

It wasn't until we moved to the back of the cemetery that the eerie feeling started kicking in. I knew I couldn't trust this feeling though since my research had built up an aire of anticipation that could easily overwhelm my reasoning. I pushed the feeling aside and instead decided to look for something a little more concrete. Or at least, as concrete as it gets in this line of work.

We approached the mausoleum, and I must say, I was rather disappointed. I was expecting some gothic rubble portraying dread and doom, but instead received a modern entombment without even a spot of weathering. And with my stomach now pleading for sustanance, I was almost ready to abandon this project entirely.

... and then I saw something.

It was standing there on the top of the mausoleum. Even to this day I have a hard time describing exactly what it was, or exactly what I experienced. You couldn't actually see anything. It wasn't what you did see. It was what you didn't see. It was like something was cut out of the very space on top of that mausoleum - cut out of reality. It was like, for a split second,the world blinked while your own eyes were open. It was an emptiness; an emptiness that seemed to move along the roof top of the mausoleum - a small child at play.

I stood there only for a few seconds, but instead minutes had passed by - minutes without a move. Finally, I shook myself out my mesmerized state, and this thing that I had not seen was gone. This emptiness was now filled with something... else.

It was a strange experience if I may understate it. It wasn't frightening, but it was different. It felt as if it were something that I should not have experienced, as if for a split second, I saw that which should not have been seen.

To this day, it still makes me wonder.