Florida
Spring Hill Cemetery
This is the outcome of an investigation of
the South Florida Ghost Team. It was a "BAD" one,
scary I mean......not from the dead ones but from the living
ones.
We went to Spring Hill Cemetery last night.
It was a very active place with lots of company in the middle
of the night. It is an old Klu Klux Klan meeting place amid
a black cemetery. It is far off any main road and definitetely
off the beaten track. The CEO of the entire group is a very
experienced ghost investigator with researchers coming from
various parts of Florida. After a brief prayer of protection
we entered the long road into the cemetery. Shaun, the leader
of the group, asked the spirits to show themselves. Because
of the nature of the place, there was some concern that
maybe, based on past history; the spirits would feel we
might have been there for dark reasons. Shaun addressed
the spirits about her African-American heritage and assured
them that the white people who were with her were her friends
and no one was there to do any harm to her or anyone else.
We were there in the complete, darkness with
only the new moon for light when a pickup truck full of
men pulled in. We could see them standing in the bed of
the truck. Scared the “bejeevers” out of us.
They didn't stop but circled the cemetery, deliberately
and slowly and then without a word, drove out and disappeared
into the blackness of the road that led in and out of the
cemetery. This put us all on alert, It brought back thoughts
of the KKK and their activities here near this cemetery
and experienced by some of the men who murdered at their
hands, laid buried here in the ground. This weighed heavily
on everyone's mind.
Twenty minutes later another black 4 x 4 came,
same routine. They drove slowly around the one two- lane
that went around the edge of the cemetery and then drove
out, slowly. The windows were so darkly tinted that we could
not see who or how many were in the car. No interaction
with them either which really put the group on edge.
Shaun runs her group as a tightly knit unit. So with flashlight
in hand seven of us walked down the road, together, ready
to experience what the spirits had to offer. "Lights
On " was the order as we walked down the road, together
as a single unit with seven flashlight lighting our way.
After advancing down the road a bit she said "Lights
out". We stood in silence in the blackness of the cemetery
as one of the EVP specialists used a tape recorder and asked
questions of spirit, giving them time to respond. Then it
was " lights on" and the pod would move on together
as a single unit following the light of the seven flashlights.
I was concerned about the men in the trucks
so I opted to sit in the car near the entrance. I knew someone
was coming because I am psychic but not a good one. It was
not the men who came back but a police car. So, I am only
half a psychic. He flashed his floodlight and ordered the
group to walk toward his car. Within seconds, two more police
cars roared into the cemetery. The cop said when he saw
all of our black shirts and the flashlights, he didn't know
what he had run into and decided to call for backup. That
was why this cemetery, back in the woods, got a three-car
police response
We had planned to go back into the wood to
find the KKK shack. The one rumored to have a meat grinder.
They say the shack is falling down but after being warned
by the police that it was off limits and on private property,
we opted to forget about it, at least some of the group
did. Others will make another effort another time and probably
in the light of day and with permission, of course.
After a little chitchat, the officer called
in his incident report and everything was fine. They hung
around for about 20 minutes. They warned us about the druggies
that used the cemetery and warned us about our safety. So
after they left, I decided to be the guardian and sit in
the car near the entrance. It was so black out there it
would have been easy for someone to sneak up on us.
As I sat in the car I watched the rhythm of the group "Lights
On", Light Off, Lights On, Lights off. The group worked
as this slow moving pod back and forth across the cemetery.
Shaun talked to spirit constantly. ”Lights on, lights
out’. and then silence as they allowed spirit the
opportunity to respond. I was very fascinated watching this
battery of light moving in a unit like some strange creature
across the old burying ground.
I was too far away from the group to see
the black shadows that the entire group witnesses or the
strange fog that rolled in and up and then disappeared.
As I waited in the car, I couldn't help but think about
the myriad of stories that were also buried in the graves
of those buried here and wondered if they would try and
tell their stories.
Evidently they did try for several EVP's were recorded that
night which can be found on the group's Website which can
be found at:.www.SouthFloridaGhostTeam.com
The stories about the haunted meatgrinder,
the one that was used for torture was a question mark for
me. Did it exist? Well after much investigation and many
emails, I found it and was able to get a picture of it.
It does exists and no one has attempted to move it from
its resting place for it is haunted by the spirits of the
souls who suffered its use. It is understandable that it
will probably still be there years from now.
P.S. Imagine my surprise when I received this
picture from one of our group members. Notice the figure
on the middle, right side of the picture. This being was
not a member of our group and definitely not in the cemetery,
alive anyway.
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