The Ghost that Admired

From: Ciera ()
Story type: Ghost
Location: Cemetary in Australia
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Feb 12 15:43:30 2011

My first experience with the paranormal was a few years back. First off, I'm not a freak, i'm not a goth and i'm not a sadist, but I'm really interested in death, even though it makes me feel uneasy sometimes. So, maybe that was why this happened to me.

I was visiting the grave of my Aunt, who had died a few years ago, it would have been her 67th birthday. After I put some flowers down and spent some time in silence, I got up and decided, (for reason i'm not even sure of) to take a walk around the cemetary. Yeah, weird, I know. Anyway, I walked around the area I was in, deciding that I didn't want to wander too far and get lost. I felt like I was being followed, every now and then I would look over my shoulder, expecting to see someone, but I never did.

I entered another area of the cemetary where the graves were much bigger and more expensive looking, mostly reserved for rich people, or nuns and what not, seeing as how there was a church not far from there. I was looking at one of the graves which caught my eye, a woman's grave. It was an above ground grave, really big, black and shiny, covered in what looked like hundreds of flowers. I know it sounds weird, but I couldn't help admiring how nice it looked, thinking that it was a nice final resting place. Although, I didn't quite understand why I admired it so much though, it was just a grave afterall. A quote that was ingraved onto the headstone caught my eye. 'You always admire what you don't really understand.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt.' Which I found strangely ironic to the situation I was in. But I also said to myself, outloud, as I read the quote, 'I couldn't agree more'.

As I was looking, I felt like I was being watched. I felt a weird chill run down my spine. Not like the usual 'it's cold out here' kind of chill, more like a 'i'm being watched' kind of chill. I felt like what ever or who ever was watching me, was admiring ME. I can't really explain it though. I decided to take off. I walked away from the grave and after I had been walking for about 2 minutes at the most, I got the sudden urge to turn around, I did so and I saw a woman, in her 50's, I guessed, with short, curly brownish-red hair. She didn't see me, she was behind the grave I had just visited. Walking around, almost mindlessly. I stood there for a moment, wondering why she wasn't looking at the front of the grave instead, it's much nicer than behind it where there were weeds everywhere. But then I noticed that the clothing she was wearing were a bit, unusual, very old fashioned. My first thought about her clothing was 'I know you're old, but get with the times,' although that was before the woman looked up at me. From the distance, I could swear she gave a small smile. And then she walked around the grave, I waited for her to come out from the other side, expecting her to want to say Hi or something, but nope. She never came around.

Against my own will, I mindlessly wandered back over to the grave, creeped out, but curious as to where the woman went. I went to the other side of the grave where I had been expecting to see her, but, nothing. She was completely gone. The grave was surrounded by nothing, she couldn't have gone anywhere without me seeing. Since i'm 'into' death, it didn't take long for me to wonder if I had just seen a ghost. I reluctantly walked back around to the front of the grave and took another look at it, I leaned across a bit to get a better look at the woman in the photo. It was a poor quality, black and white photo, but it looked just like the woman I had seen. Same smile, same hair style. I looked at the date of her death, I don't remember the exact year, but she died in the early 1930's, which would explain the clothing the woman was wearing. But, there's no doubt in my mind that the woman was a ghost, a ghost who had been watching me admire her grave, sure that sounds creepy, but as proven by the quote on her grave, she liked admiring things, or something. So, i don't know, maybe she felt a connection to me, or something. I'm not really sure. But all I know is that it was without a doubt, a ghost.