The Glowing Tombstone
I have been in Springtown Texas (about 40 minutes outside Fort Worth) since Sunday night. I get to pet-sit the horses and cats while my friend Roxanna is on a cruise this week. She has a great house – inside fireplace, outside fireplace, Jacuzzi tub, swimming pool and a kitchen where I have really whipped up some fantastic meals, plus the peace and quiet, stars and a full moon this week. This is seriously the best quality of life one could dream of.
Now, speaking of Springtown and full moons . . .
There is a ghost legend of The Glowing Tombstone out here. Right in the center of the cemetery, there is a tombstone that glows an eerie green. Nobody knows why or anything. There have also been reports of a female ghost walking around her grave. As I have seen with my own eyes the green light, I have never encountered the woman ghost. Some say cars’ engines stop and doors lock when you get out. Luckily that has never happened to me.
The first time I ever went and saw this was when Rodney and I were together and we were with Kim and David. We were just young-uns. We threw back a few drinks and made the journey. Sure enough, we saw it. As plain as the nose on my face.
I love shit like this. Hauntings, ghostly phenomenon, scary stuff - I should say I love the thought of it. More accurately, I would love to love the thought of it. Once I dedicate myself and finally commence such adventures, I either creep myself out with anticipation along the journey or once we get there I piss everybody off by being the biggest ‘fraidy-cat you have ever seen or I scream and it scares everyone else. The long ride home is always the worst part of it. That and my weak bladder when I am scared or laugh too much, which is always entertaining for everyone else.
As many times as I have been to this house before, I decided to go revisit this tombstone, which I have not seen in about 16 years. It only happens to be about 10 miles away, way less than down the road by Texas standards. I have been telling Anne about it since I have known her and I decided since there was a full moon out, it was long overdue.
Yesterday, I called Kim and got directions which were as follows: Take the road by the cemetery on the main street in town, go down the road and look for a big ranch with a barn about 1 foot from the road followed by an old gnarly dead tree. Take the first right and a couple of blocks down the road the cemetery is on the left. They were perfect, thank you very much, Kim.
Of course it was dark, foggy, there are absolutely no lights whatsoever, trees enveloped the road, there was not a person in sight and the whole creepy factor was almost too damn much for me. We actually passed Veal Station Cemetery and had to turn around. So when we drove back by the cemetery was on my side of the car. I had my camera ready. I told Anne she better not stop, but then I made her back the car up. There was a fresh grave dug in the middle, the dirt mound piled high. We didn’t see the glow, but I think it may have been blocked by the dirt mound. We were just so creeped-out we came home. Oh and we were hauling ass so fast on the way back, we almost flew over a curb and drove through someone’s living room.
I think we are going again Sunday night.
Now, speaking of Springtown and full moons . . .
There is a ghost legend of The Glowing Tombstone out here. Right in the center of the cemetery, there is a tombstone that glows an eerie green. Nobody knows why or anything. There have also been reports of a female ghost walking around her grave. As I have seen with my own eyes the green light, I have never encountered the woman ghost. Some say cars’ engines stop and doors lock when you get out. Luckily that has never happened to me.
The first time I ever went and saw this was when Rodney and I were together and we were with Kim and David. We were just young-uns. We threw back a few drinks and made the journey. Sure enough, we saw it. As plain as the nose on my face.
I love shit like this. Hauntings, ghostly phenomenon, scary stuff - I should say I love the thought of it. More accurately, I would love to love the thought of it. Once I dedicate myself and finally commence such adventures, I either creep myself out with anticipation along the journey or once we get there I piss everybody off by being the biggest ‘fraidy-cat you have ever seen or I scream and it scares everyone else. The long ride home is always the worst part of it. That and my weak bladder when I am scared or laugh too much, which is always entertaining for everyone else.
As many times as I have been to this house before, I decided to go revisit this tombstone, which I have not seen in about 16 years. It only happens to be about 10 miles away, way less than down the road by Texas standards. I have been telling Anne about it since I have known her and I decided since there was a full moon out, it was long overdue.
Yesterday, I called Kim and got directions which were as follows: Take the road by the cemetery on the main street in town, go down the road and look for a big ranch with a barn about 1 foot from the road followed by an old gnarly dead tree. Take the first right and a couple of blocks down the road the cemetery is on the left. They were perfect, thank you very much, Kim.
Of course it was dark, foggy, there are absolutely no lights whatsoever, trees enveloped the road, there was not a person in sight and the whole creepy factor was almost too damn much for me. We actually passed Veal Station Cemetery and had to turn around. So when we drove back by the cemetery was on my side of the car. I had my camera ready. I told Anne she better not stop, but then I made her back the car up. There was a fresh grave dug in the middle, the dirt mound piled high. We didn’t see the glow, but I think it may have been blocked by the dirt mound. We were just so creeped-out we came home. Oh and we were hauling ass so fast on the way back, we almost flew over a curb and drove through someone’s living room.
I think we are going again Sunday night.
posted by Wigwam at 9:21 AM
2 Comments:
that is why we freakin miss ya ricki...good times good times! and i'm glad my "texas style directions" did the trick.
that's why i luv ya ricki...good times! glad my texas style driving directions did the trick.
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