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  • October 24, 2012

    What Scares You?

    This weekend we had the great pasta sauce cookoff. Our cousin Mike’s sauce won hands down. The kids all wore their costumes and bobbed for apples (Do you know that no one bobs for apples anymore?) While the Halloween mood was the air, we started to talk about times when we were each really scared. Some people retold scary/funny stories. but when a friend mentioned a particular story, I wouldn’t let her tell it because a lot of our kids were present. Cemeteries are spooky enough without an adult adding their story to them. I didn’t want them to be afraid of cemeteries like I was when I was a kid. My story is more funny than scary, besides the fact that it takes place in a cemetery.  So I told everyone I would tell it here.

    On a cold day last winter, my friend and I were riding out to sign the papers to rent a timeshare for the summer. I told her that I wanted to stop at the cemetery and plant something. When we got there, the grave still had a mound of dirt over the grave was still high. My friend was scared of the large mound,  so I told her to stay in the car. Besides, it was very windy and she hates the cold. I, on the other hand love gusts of winds because I always feel like I feel God’s presence in wind.

    I walked to the grave, squatted down and dug a hole while the wind howled around me. While I was digging, I thought I heard a small voice say, “I’m here.”  I looked around the cemetery because I thought someone must have been talking to their family members and the wind carried their voice, but there was no one in sight.    Again, the voice said, “I’m here.”   There was no one around, but I answered the voice, “I heard you.”  I said it very definite and strong way even though I wasn’t sure I was speaking to a human. My heart beated a little faster as I stood up and scanned the graves – no one was there. I looked at the plant I planted and slowly I turned to go back to the car, there was my friend behind me.  I jumped when I saw her because she scared me – big time.  She was sobbing, but stopped when she realized she scared me so much. She said, “I thought you knew I was here because you said I heard you.”  When I told her what I really thought, the two of us stood there and laughed.




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    4 Responses to “What Scares You?”

    1. Theresa Says:
      October 24th, 2012 at 11:03 pm

      You should have told the story to the kids because they think you aren’t afraid of anything since that time when you came over my house when the window broke.I will never forget how you pulled up, came out of the car with your bat and ran up the stairs. Later when you told me that you thought I had your back, I laughed so much (and felt a little guilty).

    2. Karen Says:
      October 24th, 2012 at 11:05 pm

      T called me to tell me it was up. Where’s the pics from this weekend? Oh yeah add the part about me crying – nice touch.

    3. Queen of the Click Says:
      October 24th, 2012 at 11:08 pm

      Tee, I wasn’t scared because I knew no one was going into your house through the roof. You should feel guilty for not having my back. Want to plant bulbs to make it up to me? My house this weekend.


      KK – The pics are on the other site – log in……and you were crying. I wasn’t because I was still in shock.

    4. Mike Says:
      October 25th, 2012 at 3:36 am

      Good story. Yeah not for the little kids though. They wouldn’t sleep for days if you talked about a cemetery.

      We should set up a haunted house at Lee and your place and scare everyone – the outside looks great – the inside we can make into a scientist laboratory. The kids would scream.