I visited a graveyard and a "haunted" house yesterday. We did it for fun. My friend Sara from Virginia came to visit. I met her in Virginia, now she's here. She drove all the way across the country to come to the church headquarters, here in Salt Lake City. Having her in town is just great. Of course the graveyards here aren't nearly as old as they are in Virginia and there are no plantation houses and old slave quarters but it was still scary. First we picked up her friend Brian, then we started off. We went into the graveyard. Sara is very brave so of course she wasn't scared, Brian didn't show any signs of being scared either, I doubt he would anyway. I felt something on my neck at some point so I turned around and smacked the metal flashlight into it as hard as I could. Big mistake. It was Sara. She had just gotten her wisdom teeth out this weekend so it looked awful. She was bleeding and her lip was getting fat. She yelled, "You idiot!" I was so sorry. Sara, being the tough thing she is, soon shrugged it off. Anyone who would drive from Virginia to Utah by themselves has to be tough. She started singing and dancing on some of the graves. Brian, said nothing. One of the graves was from a Mormon pioneer born in England in the 18th century. Spookiest of all was the grave of a boy who had gone to my high school and later committed suicide. Someone had placed a graduation tassel on his grave. I wanted to get out of there after that. We drove off. A half mile down the road we realized Brian wasn't with us. We were talking to him and he didn't answer. We looked in the backseat. He wasn't there. Me and Sara had been so busy talking that we didn't notice. He had vanished. Sara sped back to the graveyard hoping he'd be there. He wasn't. We panicked. It's a scary feeling to think that you have lost another human being. Suddenly, we saw a dark shape coming down the road. It was Brian.
"You forgot to unlock my door," Brian said. He is a very quiet boy but he was huffy after that. I thought you did it on purpose. In reality, Sara and me had been so busy talking we forgot about him! He is so quiet we would never have even noticed!
Later Brian got over it and pointed to a haunted house in Marriott-Slaterville. A huge, fuzzy, brown bat flew out of there with the wingspan of three seagulls. The doorbell on the house still worked. We joked about that. We rang it, just to see if someone like Lurch from the Adams family would come answer the door, perhaps in a gravelly voice and say, "Hellooooo?"
But no one answered. We went around back, up some concrete steps into the house. Inside there were a lot of cowebs and some blankets where someone had been sleeping, and a cracked toilet. I made a joke about there being hobo poop in it and Sara burst out laughing. She can crack me up from coast to coast.

I remembered that the doorbell still had electricity, it had glown with the orange embers of a lit cigarette. Just how abandoned was this house if the doorbell still worked? Then we checked out the cellar. Sara shone the flashlight in there. Something was hanging from the wall. Brian screamed, just to scare us and of course we screamed too and ran off, tripping past a cracked swan decoy on the lawn.
Even Brian had to say, "There was something wrong about that place."

When we drove home we were all tired. Sara had a fat lip. I smelled my clothes, observing that I smelled like a musty old tomb. Next weekend I will visit Sara again. We'll see how much trouble we can get into this time.

Even though you didn't see a ghost, you had fun of seeing hobo poop I find it wery strange that you left brian behind like that. I can just imagine that, you and sara driving away, and mike just standing their all by himself in the graveyard

I've left guys like that before, but it was always intentional. Thanks for sharing, hon.

The only thing I don't agree with is the dancing on the graves. That's just wrong in my opinion.

Yes, I agree, it shows disrespect for the dead He might not want to be too happy, one day he's going to die and get burried, then his ghost might be pist off if people start dancing on his grave

I didn't mean any intentional disrespect. It was Sara who danced on the graves. If anything happens it will happen to her.

That's ok, I don't blame you, but next time you got to go somewhere scarier. Don't ask me where

A huge, fuzzy, brown bat flew out of there with the wingspan of three seagulls. (!)

I rather think that this statement is a bit of embellishment ha ha. Bats are not THAT big and I've see a few... unless it was a Mexican fruit bat of course ha,ha I think you have the wrong idea about serious research into the unknown though I thank you for the story: it was quite well written...as a story. Going to "scary" places and dancing on graves shows quite a lot of healthy immaturity. How old are you? I rather think, too, that you probably were scared by something and ran like hell out of there, rather than merely be so engrossed in conversation that you "forgot" about Brian and left him there. Come on, own up. Next time, get organised... and write and tell us about it. Good luck! LONECAT

Fun story. Should be no shortage of active locations in Utah.

Lots of people go looking for ghosts in cemeteries, which makes me wonder: Are cemeteries really all that active? Anyone here have personal experience or data that says yes or no? I'm just thinking that if I suddenly found myself discorporate, I don't think I'd go hang out in a graveyard.

--Scott