Many years ago, in the mid-70s, I was researching local tales of demons, unusual events and even the supposed burial spot of the Devil's daughter. I resided in the Midwest US and was not adverse to a bit of extra travel to seek out some of these tales "first hand." I made friends with some of the local teens in the area, who told a variety of tales they'd heard recently, of activities in cemeteries in four separate spots. Luckily, these were not more than 10 miles from each other.
An interesting idea was agreed by three of the female teens, all sixteen or older, and myself. We would seek out some creatures on Halloween at each of the cemeteries after nightfall. None of these young ladies were acquainted with traditions of ghost-seekers, so I took a small bell and Holy Water from a local Catholic Church. We sprinkled the Holy Water on each of us and said The Lord's Prayer. We jumped in my little car and took off for the first of the cemeteries. We drove into the gravel roadway, got out of the car and stood at the edge of the small, fenced area. It was dark and nothing stirred. We walked up the pathway, between some headstones and still nothing. We returned to the car and repeated the exact process at the next cemetery, a few miles away.
Upon entering the third cemetery, there appeared to be a pale blue mist that hovered over the northwestern corner. We pulled in further down the path than the previous two cemeteries and realized the area of the mist was a new grave! It was fresh dirt, stacked in a crumbly mound. As the four of us headed to the edge of the gravesite, the mist hovered and moved slowly. It changed colors to lavender and peachy-pink and then back to blue! We were all staring at it and finally one of the girls cleared her throat. She slowly and steadily whispered that a local junior high student had recently passed away from leukemia and her funeral had been that very afternoon. We all nodded, feeling she was correct in her assumption of that grave's resident. We gently walked away and got into the car.
Our last stop was in the Stull, Kansas Cemetery. Unbeknownst to any of us, an article about the cemetery had been recently published by a Kansas University newspaper in Lawrence, Kansas. Our earlier information had related a kindred cemetery was in another part of the world and one of the Devil's other children or relatives had been buried there.
I pulled up the hill into the cemetery, off the highway that goes through the tiny town. I parked by a huge tree next to the gravel path. We decided to walk the remainder of the path up to an old church with most of the roof missing. The window glass was gone too. There seemed to be a sliver of a moon with no clouds at all. Everything was deathly silent except for the gentle crunch of our footfalls in the gravel.
As we approached the top of the hill, we stopped in front of the doorway and it was quite black inside. I pulled the small bell from my pocket and gently rang it for about 2 or 3 seconds. A heavy breathing and a slight shifting sound came forth. The girls were to my right and as we looked into the blackness, a glowing pair of red eyes appeared! Judging from the stoop in front of the church and where the floor must've been, I'd say the owner of that pair of eyes may've been 9 feet tall!
A sharp intake of breath came out of one of the girls and the 4 of us were quickly scampering back down the gravel, to my car. I didn't lock the doors, since it was not my habit to do so. Besides, there had been nobody on the road the entire time and this was a two-lane highway!
We jumped into the car and before I could put the keys into the ignition, the entire back end of the car was lifted off the little gravel path and pulled backwards!! We ended up being in the middle of the highway, in a crossways position. Meanwhile, one of the girls was screaming in the backseat and the other two were totally silent. I couldn't put the keys in the ignition until we were stopped. I was fumbling and shaking too hard. The gearshift was in Park and I was momentarily panicked thinking it would damage the transmission or something. Since I was frantic in my attempt to put the keys in the ignition, I only glanced at the rear view mirror once. THERE WAS NOTHING TO SEE OUT OF THE ORDINARY! Trees, the roadway and a little closed-up shop/store was the only thing I could quickly see in the dark shadows behind the car.
The car settled and there was complete silence. I succeeded in inserting the key at long last and started the engine. I threw it into the "Drive" position and cranked the wheel quickly to the left, adjusted into the appropriate lane and sped down the highway. I was intent on getting the heck out of there and didn't look back. The passengers in my car were in a state of trauma. The screaming girl had tears in her eyes. The other two were dazed and one of them asked for an explanation. Since there were no other visible people in the cemetery or drivers on the road, I had no explanation. I still do not.
