this was about when I was 12 years old.we used to always play game and go onadventures thru the woods.this is one of them.we had an idea that if you were upon the grave and sank your thoughts into the life below you could become or at least go into their life and mind.
the phone rang from the kitchen and it was my best frid angela.I had asked her earlier in the day if she would be able to stay the weekend at my house.back than everything was all fun.we loved to hang around each other barely spending a moment apart.She had called to let me know that she can come over, and that she would be here within the hour.I looked at the clock.it was about 430 PM on a friday.I was so excited.one of the thing we would do is run about the mountain.we would walk for hour climb trees and sit atop the coal slate mountain over looking the valley below.we walked and walked.I remember we would walk along this slightly worn path along the hill.we would cross over the powerlines trail and stop at this little pond.thats what we had planned for the day when she came over to stay.so anyway she walked in the house and smiled, lets go she said.so I grabbed out backpack with snacks and left for our adventure.today we wanted to see if we could find the indian caves.they are so neat.we never got there.instead we stumbled over an old cematary.we walked around for a bit with the moon hanging in the half lit sky.I was a little weary, I had never been there before.the stones were weather beaten and grey.some of them were an antique white.the tops were chipped and worn to a soft round edge.the grass was tall except over the graves.to me it was rather weird, anything neglected usually gorws over with brush and stuff, but a good part of them werent.it was neglected grasses about three inches high.from the summer heat of day the ground was warm.they fogged over from the cooler night air falling upon them now.it looked like the spirits were reacing out to us.angela and I read the stones as we wondered about.I found on of a seven year old girl and knelt down beside it.look angela I said a little girl how sad.she walked over and stood over the top of where her young body lay.the ground around the stone fogged upwards.it was odd because it just happened suddenly.I was wowed by it.I knelt over the low grassy spot.andgel I said I wonder what she was like.she looked at me and said concentrate on her.I knelt with my hands flat on the ground.it was about where her head would have lain.I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply and slow.I cleared my head.the ground grew chilly.only a moment ago it was warm from the sun beating down on her all day.angel sat crossed legged looking at me.her hand held the head stones, her other rested upon my shoulder.she closed her eyes.I could feel the hair on my arms stand on end, a massive chill came over us.I could see this little blonde girl smiling and playing....suddenly angela jumped up screaming.what the heck! I could faintly hear her.she jumped up yelling lets get out of here this is freaking me out.Ill never do this again!....come on..and she wacked me in the head...from behind the headstone the fog looked as if it has formed into this little child.I reached up grabbing onto the stone which was extremely cold.it was like holding onto an icecube.the air around us was the warm summer wind again, but the resting place was chilly.angel looked at me and grabbed my arm..I saw her she said.a little blonde girl.at first she was smiling and playing and than I saw her die.get me out of here.she had described the girl just as I saw.a normal sized 7 year old in height, she wore pale clothes with boots laced up.the girl seemed kind of tormented sad but yet she had a warm smile.she let me watch her play and smile, when she reached out her hand to me her arms were bruised.her eyes went sad as she reached out.angela ran down to the worn dirt path come one she yelled and started to walk away.before I walked away she whispered to me.I am you, you live my life.dont be afraid if you have to run.angela was tottally freaked out.she couldnt beleive what she had just done.I will never play in the grave yard again she said.that was the weirdest thing ever.I could feel the hairs on my whole body stand up.it felt like someone went into me and I wasnt there.she said she thought she was her for a moment.angel didnt get into too much detail about what she wittnessed.all she said was she felt so angry about her dying.I felt like she was releived, like life hurt, and she was resting now.like she was taken to releive her of pain and give her new life.she was neglected and sad for that.so after that happened we went back up with a flower.this time it wasnt so cold on such a warm day.it was peaceful this time.angela didnt stand over her on to the side, she was afraid to touch anything.today I realized I lived like her.I saw my arms on her.I felt her sadness and neglect.and come to find out....some of my family was there in this forgotten cematary.and she was one of them. I remember though...the ,ist had risen up from where she lay as she reached out for my hand......I am you How it changed my life:I had forgotten about it until I read one of the letters I packed away with my old pictures.it was a letter my friend had mailed me a few weeks later.even though we saw each other everyday we still wrote letters and mailed them.we thought it was cool to get mail.LOL.anyway it is weird to reda the letter.the pencil is almost faded away but the few lines I could read were about it.it really didnt do much.at the time it made me think about things.....after a while it faded away.I remember going up everynow and than and Id clen the grass away from the stone.now the cematary is cleaned up.the grass in trimmed, the trees are there still, they never cut them down from where they grew over.I guess life moves on and the shad from the trees keeps it from burning the grass in the summer.when you drive by since there is a road going thru you can see the fog lifting off each grave.I remember talking to some people who live there nearby....and they said...you can see a little girl standing there at night waiting.I asked my grandmother and she told me how some of my family was buried there.and one of the, looked like me.just like when I was a kid.
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