go to a cemetery after dark

We went to a cemetery for Halloween over 3 years ago now. Just caught the train down, walked straight over there was a group of 6 of us. We walked around a bit then went right up the back ( where the older graves where, really BIG statues and famous people e.t.c ). It was kind of creepy but not too bad. I knew the place fairly well tho since I have 2 grandparents buried there I’ve seen it all during the day. If you have never been before it might make it extra spooky!

It’s no different than a cemetery during the day :-D It was my aunt’s day of birth today, and I ran her some new flowers and just so happened to be dark when I did so. I made it! lol

its just a cemetery whats the diffrence between day or night?

i walk thru a cemetery every night  cuz its  a shortcut to get home =)

I love cemeteries because they’re so peaceful and relaxing. The grass is always cut, the birds are hanging around, and it’s just quiet. My husband and I love reading the headstones and thinking about what that person was like. It’s sad but so fulfilling…I don’t really know why, though. It’s not much different at night, just a little spookier. Beware of teenagers who are making out!

I have been to a cemetary at dark. I had a chilly feeling the entire time. like someone was wtaching me and my frinds that were with me at the time. I you want to get scared, that is the place to go.

I live just by a cementary and it spooks me out everytime I walk past it at night. But walking through it just freaks you out! I guess I watch too many horror movies as after about 30 seconds, I ran the rest of the way to the exit!

during the summer there are movies every saturday night at the hollywood forever cemetery. fun and one of my favorite things to do in los angeles.

made this something that I really feared. So, during a trip to Australia I convinced some friends to go with me to the local cemetery. We were in Queensland and it was a dark night. After walking around for a while as a group I said I wanted to walk down a row of tombstones by myself. I was starting to feel brave.

Halfway down one row I passed a mango tree. Suddenly, out of the darkness, just like in the horror movies I had watched as a child, a huge flying fox came flapping out. Needless to say, I screamed and ran as fast as possible out of that cemetery.

I don’t think I have visited a cemetery after dark since then.

Thanks to Hollywood, cemeteries have gotten a sinister reputation. But they really aren’t scary. A hand will not rise up out of grave to grab you, nor are you likely to see the son of Dracula or bride of Frankenstein at any of them.

However, if you are very sensitive to thin veil that separates this dimension from the next, you might see, feel or hear a ghost or spirit. Their purpose is not scare or startle anyone.
Most just want to communicate, to let someone know their soul still exists.

My daughter is buried a small, old cemetery in an out of the way place just outside of the town we live in. Unless you know this graveyard is there, you might have a hard time finding it. It has ancient headstones of some people who died almost 100 years ago, as well as new and modern grave markers, such as Courtney’s. Some are hard to read, others very visible; some graves bare and forgotten; others, such as Baby Benjamin’s, are lovingly tended and packed with mementos.

Since there is not a fence or gates surrounding this cemetery, we often go to visit Courtney’s grave at night under the full moon, especially on her birthday, where we attempt to light candles for her.

I say ‘attempt’ because this area of town is very windy and the candles usually blow out before we get them all lit. Of course, we joke that Courtney herself is blowing them out. And that might be true…

I often feel the presence of departed souls at this cemetery…
greeting one another like they are at a block party, eyeing me with suspicion, or nodding to me in recognition.

Contrary to belief, ghosts are not ‘tethered’ to the cemetery or even where they died. They are spirit and they can travel wherever they wish. But they often feel comfort in being where they are buried, since the act of burial usually is connected with love of those left behind.

So when you go to a cemetery, whether in the daylight or the light of the full moon, take some time to acknowledge that each of the people buried there were once living breathing humans just you; those who loved, felt happy, grieved, celebrated, and cried.

Say hello, leave a small stone, a sprig of rosemary (for remembrance) or a seashell in the memory of what was.

Here is the link to Mt. Hope Cemetary where Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass are buried. It’s a nice cemetary, but not so scary, as I would think.