Sunday, March 1, 2020

Introduction| Ghosts of Oakdale Cemetery


This cemetery was founded in May, 1856.  The cemetery is very hilly with beautiful elegant graves.  Mausoleums stand almost hidden in the tall trees.  Marble statues of angels seem to over look the place, protecting it from infiltrating spirits.

Oakdale Cemetery from google maps

graves of children

The Children
There is one in particular area of the cemetery I want to address that I mention in my Introduction podcast.  That is the lot for burials of orphans from the soldiers orphan home, which was located directly across the street from the cemetery.  There are 250 graves in the orphans section only a few are over the age of 18.  Upon further research, there were three fires spread out over the lapse of fifty years. However, with many graves of the children, none of them from record had died from the result of the fires.  Most of the children had died from common sicknesses of the time period.

The Journey

Its midnight, the five of us have been walking through the cemetery for some time now.  Its a warm humid summer night and the cicadas are buzzing in the trees.  The grave stones cast long shadows from the glow of the moon, across the well kept spongy grass.  As we continue through the dark, weaving our path through the grave markers.  We pass by a couple stone mausoleums some
with rod iron doors making it visible to see into.  Others with no doors at all creating an eerie ambiance as you walk inside, the walls towering over you.  We continue on our way, not exactly knowing where we are walking despite the fact we have been here many times.  We find our selves at the grave marker reading "Limb of  Unknown Child."  We are at the Burial of Orphans.  We slowly walk through the 
orphan grave site
many graves of children buried here.  Upon exiting the Orphans, we all hear a small faint whisper.  We stop dead in our tracks and look at one another, wondering if one of us had said something.  We all stared at each other puzzled, then suddenly, a quiet but distinct laugh between to disembodied children right by us laughed out.  We didn't have to say anything and we knew we wanted to get out of there.

The Face in the Flame

We ran until we decided we were at a safe enough distance away.  Out of breath, wondering if anything had followed us, we sat on the cool graveyard grass.  Next to us on the hill we decided to rest on, was a large stone goblet planter.  It was empty of flowers and anything else that it would have been used for.  I grabbed some leaves and placed them in the goblet.  Someone else had the same idea except grabbed some small sticks.  My good child hood friend at the time had his video camera and started recording.  We lit the sticks and leaves on fire inside of this goblet.  The fire had been burning for a couple minutes now and had been dying out.
  My friend with the camera had knelt down and started blowing
on the fire to keep it alive.  Another member of our group went to collect more sticks to throw in to the fire.  He came back and tossed them in to the small flame.  The stick took to the flame and ignited slowly smoking as they heated up.  My friend knelt down once again his camera in his hand and blew into the embers giving it oxygen.  As he looked up I will never forget the look on his face as the light of the new flame overcame his face.  He yelled loudly falling backward on to the grass, startling everyone around us.  We all scrambled to our feet, wondering what had just happened.  Maybe he had gotten a little to close to the fire and burned some part of him.  "I just saw a face in the flame," he exclaimed, shaking.  After we got him calmed down we decided it was time to go.  We still had along walk back through the woods to get home.  

 After Thought

After many years I will never forget that night in the Oakdale Cemetery.  All those times hanging out there as children playing games and scaring each other at night.  
I will never know what it was my friend saw in the fire that night, but i can only speculate it was something long forgotten.  Maybe a child had followed us as we passed through the Burial of Orphans.  Maybe it was a spirit who's grave we were sitting next to.  I don't have answers to this one.  I do know, that this event evolving the paranormal made me very interested to continue seeking the truth.  
Like I said before, the paranormal found me.  I am glad it did.

Photos are courtesy of google images

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