a-come....I've always a-passed this cemetery up here...all hours in the night, and you know, I...I always looks in that cemetery. I've a-looked in that cemetery from dark until daylight, And you know, I was never feared o' this cemetery, because I knew just about everybody was there and I knowed that there was nobody...that ever I done anything to there! And I knowed there was nothing comin' out o' that cemetery. No, and there was a little place where there was never a cemetery to, see? That's how it is with _the cemetery._ You never want be feared of a cemetery! That's one spot in this world, we'll say, you can pass comfortable, because you sure there's nothing tbere! - Unless there is some gangster hid away in there, for to frighten 'e...
Whoever said, “The dead tell no tales,” wasn’t listening. Their stories live in the granite above th...
Join us on a walk through Woodlawn Cemetery as we talk to Al Paffrath and learn about the rich histo...
Cemeteries are landscapes of the dead, places in which we hide our memories for the living to stumbl...
handygroaning in the cemetery. H. But a lot o' people hears things and sees things and...they don't...
marsh nPeople frightened to pass cemetery at night. Light. Cow. (Part of the story of when Mr Burt...
gold-withyPeople frightened to pass cemetery at night. (Quinton's Cove) (Part of story of when Mr ...
Cemeteries have traditionally been cast as scary and creepy places in children’s literature, as well...
picket nPeople frightened to pass cemetary at night. Light.Cow. (Part of a story of when Mr Burto...
The Breeze is the student newspaper of James Madison University in Harrisonburg, Virginia
by-place....I was frightened to death,an' no-one around, not a soul around; an' in a by-place - no-...
The wind had strange sounds in waving the heavy panicles over my head, and I was a little sad, for I...
Fear is a characteristic feature of many legends. And the fear of the death is probably our deepest ...
American cemeteries have evolved from unsophisticated and crowded burial grounds to curvilinear and ...
During the nineteenth century, Americans began to develop a new relationship with death. Urbanites w...
with morbid exultation, burial companies black in cloth and countenance, and last of all a black box...
Whoever said, “The dead tell no tales,” wasn’t listening. Their stories live in the granite above th...
Join us on a walk through Woodlawn Cemetery as we talk to Al Paffrath and learn about the rich histo...
Cemeteries are landscapes of the dead, places in which we hide our memories for the living to stumbl...
handygroaning in the cemetery. H. But a lot o' people hears things and sees things and...they don't...
marsh nPeople frightened to pass cemetery at night. Light. Cow. (Part of the story of when Mr Burt...
gold-withyPeople frightened to pass cemetery at night. (Quinton's Cove) (Part of story of when Mr ...
Cemeteries have traditionally been cast as scary and creepy places in children’s literature, as well...
picket nPeople frightened to pass cemetary at night. Light.Cow. (Part of a story of when Mr Burto...
The Breeze is the student newspaper of James Madison University in Harrisonburg, Virginia
by-place....I was frightened to death,an' no-one around, not a soul around; an' in a by-place - no-...
The wind had strange sounds in waving the heavy panicles over my head, and I was a little sad, for I...
Fear is a characteristic feature of many legends. And the fear of the death is probably our deepest ...
American cemeteries have evolved from unsophisticated and crowded burial grounds to curvilinear and ...
During the nineteenth century, Americans began to develop a new relationship with death. Urbanites w...
with morbid exultation, burial companies black in cloth and countenance, and last of all a black box...
Whoever said, “The dead tell no tales,” wasn’t listening. Their stories live in the granite above th...
Join us on a walk through Woodlawn Cemetery as we talk to Al Paffrath and learn about the rich histo...
Cemeteries are landscapes of the dead, places in which we hide our memories for the living to stumbl...