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Submitted by Rev. Barry Cripps

Greetings, my name is Barry Cripps, I live in Bowling Green Kentucky, where over the last few years I have regularly visited a long forgotten grave yard, on the outskirts of the City. The grave yard is located close to the house in which its occupants once resided. Even though the house has now been torn down to make way for progress, the grave yard remains undisturbed in the woods about two hundred yards from where the house once stood. The grave yard consists of a single stone wall circle, containing the graves of the owners of the house, and varios other graves outside of the circle, known to be the graves of slaves who once worked in the house and surrounding area. The whole thing is very overgrown and surrounded by tall trees. One of the graves has a tall grave stone that has a man's name, birthday and death date carved upon it. It says the man died in 1865, but the most amazing thing about it, is that First whiteman born this side of the Green river is written upon it. The other graves are not marked as substantially as this one. Some, presumably the slaves, have only a 5 by 9 piece of stone with three initials carved onto them.

The house is a story in itself. It served as Post 114 in the Civil War, and has thus seen a lot of action, and many people have taken residence within its walls. The stories of occurrences within the house and the corroborative stories of my friends alone would make a great novel, but on the night of Thursday 12 March 1998, at around 11 p.m. something happened that gave me conclusive prooof of a paranormal anomaly in the grave yard.

I had been telling a new work associate about all the strange occurrences of past in the grave yard, so of course he said: Let's go there after work! I agreed. When time to leave came about, one of my best friends Chris; came through the door, and decided to go with us. So off we went, Chris, Stuart and I, to see the ghosts.

The immediate area around the grave yard always induced a nauseous feeling in me upon nearing the site, and again it happened this night. We parked the car and climbed out, beginning the walk to the entrance down a short unused path. We reached the opening of the woods that lead to the grave yard. I stopped, attempting to sense a presence... by now there was usually a very evident feeling of Energy but tonight... there was none. We proceeded in to the woods, and then stepped over a break in the wall into the stone circle. Stuart was amazed at the tranquil beauty of the area, the light from the Full-moon shining down through the bare trees. For the first time since I had started coming here there was no discernible presence... this was strange! Stuart and Chris begain to walk back towards the path, leaving me behind. Suddenly I got a feeling... like... something was coming my way. I started walking backwards in the belief that I would see something following me, but there was nothing there. I rejoined the two guys outside the circle, where we stood for a few seconds, listening for any sounds in the night air. Then, Chris turned to me and said, What?....

I looked at him and replied "What?"

Didn't you just say something to me? I thought you said, Leave!

I told him I didn't say anything, and we began to walk back towards the road. I walked with Stuart to the right of me, and Chris behind and slightly to the right. Suddenly, I heard a low guttural Growl... in the split second I heard this, I jumped, and turned to look at Stuart to see if he had made the noise as a joke. He was just taking the cigarette away from his mouth after taking a draw, looking straight ahead. As I turned to look at Chris to see if he had made the noise, I was hit from behind by what felt like a wall of freezing cold energy. It pushed me forward like a huge pair of hands, trying to force me to leave. I exclaimed, "Fuck that, I'm gone!" and began walking very fast, away from whatever pushed me.

When we got back in the car, I asked the others what they had seen or heard. Stuart said that he saw me jump, then it looked like I fell over something on the ground. Chris said he saw me fly forward also, but they both denied hearing or producing the animal like growl that I heard.

Call me crazy, but that was 100% real to me and my two friends.

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