posted on Dec, 19 2008 @ 06:29 PM
I may or may not believe in Vampires, but I can honestly say it wouldn't surprise me.
Anyway, I live in Wisconsin in a relatively boring city. My middle school was for some reason located not to far from one of the city's cemeterys'.
I'm not a real good night sleeper so I convinced my friend to come with me on a walk. Her home wasn't far from the school so we decided to check out
what it would be like at night near the school. I brought my clunky old video camera just for laughs. As we neared the school we had to pass the
cemetery. Ofcourse we had to go through it, you would to. It wasn't night, the air a bit colder, you can never relay on Wisconsin weather, so
everything had that crazy bonechilling thrill. As we neared the back of the cemetery we came upon this group of girls. They were our age or a bit
older. Two sat on a large flat grave stone, one stood with her back to them staring at the sky, and the other was sitting on the ground. As we grew
closer we noticed they all wore black, frilly dresses. They did up their hair in curls and black ribbon. One even had black roses in her hair. I
assumed they were just a crazy group of teens so i insisted we just kept walking passed them. It caught my attention on how they talked to one
another, they did it without actually speaking. It was just something you knew was happening. They never moved but their eyes never left us. There
figers twitched and their head nodded slowly as if they were communicating. It seemed so normal though, as if it was normal for them, the two on the
grave stones where painting each others nails black. It wasn't till we had passed that I heard a high pitch note. I don't know if it was talking but
both me friend and I knew better then to turn around just yet. After we were sure we had walked out a bit we dashed behind a tombstone. Peering over
it and giggling a bit at the silly girls we looked where they had been. And nothing was there. There wasn't any trees to hide behind, and the houses
took a good ten minutes to walk to. We had only left them a few minutes. Later that night once we were home and done discussing what had happened my
friend fell easily to asleep, assuming they had hid like us. I knew I wasn't going to sleep for a while and remembered my camera. I forgot to use it
in our crazy incounter. I was a bit dissapointed til I noticed the tape wasn't set at the beginning. I rewound the tape and watched. It was all
static then the girls showed up on the tape, still sitting the way we saw them, they all smiled and I heard a laugh in the same pitch I heard at the
cemetery, then it went staticy again. I tried to rewind it but it wasn't there anymore. The next morning I asked my friend if she had used the camera
without my knowledge and she said know. Ever since then when I pass the cemetery I get this lump in my throat.
Ofcourse I could just be helping the fantasy of a few girls who thought it would be funny. But you never know. I mean I never saw those girls in my
life, and never saw them after. In that small of a city I was sure to know them. *shrugs* It's all up to what the mind wants to believe I suppose.