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Date Posted: 02:05:44 03/24/01 Sat
Author: Henry
Subject: Youngsters' imagination?

When I was a young boy my sister and I would ride with my grandfather after church when he went to visit his sister, who was in a nursing home down in Ahoski N.C. While he was inside visiting he would let us play outside. This one particular time my younger sister and I were playing in a large open field that was across the highway from the nursing home. We came across 3 or 4 old weathered Headstones near a very large oak tree. Being curious, we explored around this area. I can recall that one headstone had the name JOSEPH etched across it. Well...everything was going alright until I pushed on one of the other headstones because when I did everything seemed to stop. The wind, chirping birds, crickets, even time itself seemed to stop. It felt as though someone had locked us up in a sound proof room and was sucking all of the air out! It was the most complete silence that I have ever experienced and I have yet to feel as afraid about anything in my 43 years as I felt that afternoon. I looked at my sister and could tell she was becoming afraid. We took off running but it seemed like forever before we got back to the nursing home.
We went with our Grandfather 2 or three more times back down to Ahoski before my grandaunt passed away. We never did play in that field again though. That was 34 years ago but I can still remember it like it was yesterday!
I've often wondered if we had unknowingly disturbed a sleeping spirit. Has anyone ever experienced such an event?

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