[CENTER]Dedicated to my mom Marsha. Thanks for the inspiration.
The Ghouls in the Graveyard
By Tasia Winters
This is a short spooky story based on a true story
that my mom told me long ago.
I always get freaked out when I remember this story.
I hope you enjoy reading this creepy tale.
John was a brave man and not easily spooked by
things that go bump in the night.
Every disturbance had to be personally investigated by him.
Afterwards he would sit in the pick-up truck
and explain what happened in a written report for his boss.
Big John had learned to simply explain away the really weird stuff and
write in his report that it was a family of Raccoon s or perhaps a Drunk
that had passed out in the cemetery. It was way to much paper work anyway
and his sobriety and sanity would be questioned if he mentioned otherwise.
The Cemetery was huge.
Big John knew most of the Tombstones like old friends.
Some of them were very odd.
None the less, Big Johns job was to drive around the cemetery all night long on both
the paved roads and gravel roads. The older parts of the cemetery were by far the creepiest. Some of the headstones were so old that the names of those who lay there was worn away. It was also
the most common place for Satan worshipers, Weirdos and Pranksters to
Many times he had to call in the Police to remove active Satanist trying to perform
some strange ritual.
More than once he startled young lovers looking for a thrill by doing Woo Who
in their car at the cemetery.
Some of the guys were down right Evil and brought their young dates to the cemetery
under false pretense.They would turn off their cars, and demand "Woo Who" or no ride home.
John had saved a few of these Damsels in Distress. They were all very grateful and
learned a valuable lesson about dating.
Big John had gotten used to seeing ghosts soon after he took the job 5
On calm, moonlit nights he regularly saw this little girl standing by his truck in the driveway . He had done some sleuthing and found out that
her name was Elizabeth Sonner. She had been killed in a tornado,
ripped right out of her mothers arms. Her mother survived the storm
and spent the rest of her days in a Insane Asylum, she went crazy from
the loss of her only child. The mother must have been buried somewhere else
because Big John could sometimes hear Elizabeth saying."I want my mommy."
John had tried to inquire about the whereabouts of her mother or her remains,
but all those documents were sealed and could be only opened by immediate family.
John tried to find some of her relatives but never found any.
There was another ghost that seemed to be the cemetery bully.
This guy is a mystery to Big John. He has heard rumors that once a murderer was
caught, hanged and burned by a lynch mob somewhere around these parts. This ghost seems to fit the description.
On some calm, moonlit nights Big John could see him chasing Elizabeth through the cemetery. He would chase her until she had no other option but to return to the safety of her own grave and would not be allowed her only comfort to search for her mother.
Poor Elizabeth was so pitiful. Big John wished that he could help her but he did not
On most nights the cemetery was the blackest of blacks after sunset.
Sometimes it seemed as if the headlights on the truck could barely cut through
Come foggy nights he could not even patrol the gravel roads for fear of
running off the narrow and sometimes steep road. He practically had to have a weather report to
prove it was to foggy to go up or down those roads to keep from getting
his pay check docked. His boss was kinda greedy.
One night after John had stopped for lunch around 1am
he got into his truck as usual but this night John experienced a extra
feeling when he pulled the door closed on the Pick-Up truck. The hair on the back of his neck was sticking up and he felt jumpy as he heard the final click
of the pick-up trucks latch connecting.
Maybe it was just to quiet on this fall night. But still John felt something strange in the air.
He got in his truck and double checked his supplies he always carried.
The flashlight that he had with him at all times was huge, it was a policeman type
flashlight, very bright. It was very heavy and could be used as a weapon.
Big John did not carry a gun, he was armed with his radio and
After checking his equipment he started the engine and drove
off into the cemetery.
Instead of the cemetery being its normal gloomy dark self that night the gloom seemed
a bit brighter like the light of a full moon on a partly cloudy night. But there was no full
moon that night, in fact no moon at all.
The cemetery seemed to have a slight glow to it. Only the occasional lonely hoot of a owl could be heard in the still night.
feeling did not leave John as he drove off into the cemetery
to make his rounds.
It was easy to let ones imagination get out of control on a night like this.
Big John did not scare easily but he could not shake the uneasy feeling he
He tuned his radio on his truck to the weather report to get his mind on
His headlights caught his every attention. Finally he managed to shake the
creepy feeling he had for a few minutes when he thought about the hot
young babe that he was gong to take on a date tomorrow night.
He had met Marsha at the Piggly Wiggly Grocery grocery store. They had
been dating now for 6 months.
John had fallen in love/lust with those big green eyes and great smile
as soon as he had met her. John was not the marrying kind but he was
the dating kind and had a big date planned to celebrate them seeing
each other for 6 months. He started to relax as he went over the plans
in his head about the reservations he had made at a nice resturaunt and later
how he planned to maybe take her...
Take her back to his place for a little...????
John cracked the Wind Wing wide open for some fresh air as he cruised through the cemetery.
His thoughts were definitely distracting him . Maybe a little
too distracting as it suddenly got hot in the truck, he was appreciative of cool air coming in from the small triangle shaped window.
( NOTE: The wind wing is that small triangle shaped window at the front of the
drivers door window. They used to be very popular in cars and trucks but now you
hardly ever see them.)
His headlights flashed on many familiar tombstones.
Big John slowed down as he approached a sharp corner he had come
to call "Blind Mans Corner" usually he would nearly miss running over
a variety of things, deer, raccoon's, stray dogs, bums and even ghosts at this spot.
He often took a deep breath just to keep his wits about him at this part
of the cemetery.
This night when he turned that corner he needed more than a deep breath.
His headlights picked up two ghoulish looking little people standing in the road
appearing to have a argument.
What happened next will come from Big Johns own hand written
report of what happened. He never turned in the report that is why it is available from his own personal archives.
October 3, 1963
The damnedest thing happened tonight out on Blind Mans corner.
I was on rout about 1:45 am, I came around the corner good and
slow. I see two small ghoulish looking monsters standing in the
middle of the road, they appeared to be arguing about something.
They were so ugly and scary looking that I did not want to stop
and intended to drive on by and call for back up.
One of these little creatures suddenly appeared beside the front driver
side of the truck just as I was about to pass the scene.
Then I heard a loud thump, then a horrible screeching sound come
from the front of the truck.
When I looked up I saw the strangest little man in front of the truck
cussing me out like a New York thug showing off for the camera.
There was also a weird looking tall guy with him that appeared to be
Then they just disappeared, like so many of the ghosts that I have seen here.
I had come to a complete stop by then and heard some gurgling noises
like I had parked on some unfortunate small animal.
I got out of my truck to investigate.
And regretted it as soon as I stepped out, the scene was
bizarre and unreal. It caused the hairs on my arms to stand straight out as if they had a life of their own. Next I smelled the horrible smell of sulfur, like ten thousand rotted, boiled eggs being cooked in a slow un-moving cloud of retched stench. The sound that little squashy dude was making was the most disgusting sound I have ever heard.
Nasty, gurgling, clawing and sucking sounds. It is hard to describe but if it
was any louder I would of thrown up my lunch or my ears would of started to bleed.
That strange little creature seemed to be getting dragged down into the earth by some
unseen force. The smell and sounds were horrible, it was if he was being melted and dragged
into the very earth and it was awful to watch. I had the feeling that thing, what ever
it was, was being dragged to hell.
That thing sure did not want to go where it was being dragged to. It put up a big fight
and desperately clawed at the very earth for survival that sucked it down.
And then it was all over with. Nothing was left of the monster or the hole in the ground that sucked him down. I then noticed that I was cold and covered in sweat.
After being totally freaked out I shivered in the night. I got back into the truck fast.
When I pulled my door closed I heard the passenger side door give a loud click as the outside handle button was pushed to open the door. I looked over
that crazy little monster from before that was cussen me out trying to get into
the truck. He had the door open and was climbing in to get me.