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| Activity At The Old Cemetery |
| Prior to enlisting in the Air Force, friends and I would visit the nearby beaches and go skinny-dipping. We also visited the old town cemetery on Saturday nights. This is not the same cemetery on the Mission grounds. We would sit on old 1800- century graves, and pass around bottles of Spanada wine. We would also get stoned like all the hippies did at that time. The cemetery was within walking distance from every home. At the top of the little hill, there was also a nice view of the nearby Highway 156 bypassing the town. It was nice just tripping on nothing. I knew nothing except for what I heard on the poetic lyrics of (Black Sabbath) and (Bob Dylan). This one particular September night, it was nice temperature wise. It was also the best time of year to sit outside and enjoy life. The dozen or so of my friends were wearing short sleeve shirts, shorts, and leather sandals to go with our long hair. While we were sitting on the cement part of the graves, we decided to tell ghost stories to entertain ourselves. This wemt on for about an hour when suddenly, someone screamed. This sudden noise startled a couple of the girls, who in turn caused a domino reaction. In seconds, everyone was running off in different directions. I stood still and watched as some people tripped and fell while scrambling around. I was laughing and having a good time when this cold breeze flew by me. A few seconds later, I felt it penetrating through me. I did not know what it was but thoughts were being implanted into my mind to leave the cemetery yard. I quickly decided to walk back into town and as I walked over graves, I received very confused messages. Souls were reaching out and asking for help. Some were asking for prayers, others were sending thoughts that were simply mean and intimidating. I do not know why these spirits were sending thoughts to me. Maybe one of my friends struck a cord or said something without knowing he or she had the power to communicate with the dead. I try to stay away from cemeteries even during the day. I get images, feelings and sometimes visions when passing by particular graves. Another time, I was driving through main-street in San Juan Bautista. I spotted my friend David Hudson who had just finished his shift at a local restaurant. He was starting his long walk towards his home which was about a three mile drive towards the cement plant. He would really enjoy a ride home. I parked my VW right next to the sidewalk and he was more than happy to get in. We quickly started talking about the regular gossip in town and somehow got onto the subject of spirits. About ten minutes later, we got to a steep gravel driveway that led to his house on top of a small hill. Dave gave me a “thank you” handshake, then proceeded to walk up the driveway. As my headlights guided him, he turned and waved goodbye. I waited until he eventually reached the top of the driveway and quietly disappeared into the night. I then put my VW in reverse, straightened it out and headed back home. It was not cold, but for some reason, I felt an intense chill inside my car. Driving back was really a trip because it felt as if I had been drugged. Everything was happening before me real slow and I could not function normally. What probably only took several minutes to get back to town, seemed like it took an hour. When I reached the old house, I went to straight to bed. I felt disoriented, confused and not just normal. Within an hour I was feeling better but just could not figure out what had happened. Years before this event happened, I remember bike riding to this same area. I stopped at a certain spot because I felt this strange scary feeling and decided not to go any further. Something told me danger lurked ahead. A few days later one of my police buddies said that several accidents had happened in this area with unusual circumstances. That’s all that he would say about the area. I never liked traveling or visiting that area because it seemed that I was always being watched by someone. There are also many cold spots that are felt throughout the whole area.     |
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