A Trip To The Cemetary

This story is one that happened to my brother, sister-in-law and her friends. I was present for the last part but...

My brother Nick, my sister-in-law Crystal (at the time was just Nick's girlfriend), her friend Renee (who became one of my roommates when my brother moved), and Renee's boyfriend Ben decided to take a trip to a cemetery near by. There is an old colonial cemetery in the city that I live in. There are many stories and urban legends about this cemetery.

Crystal is sensitive to spirits, she often hears them when she visits my house. They all went to this cemetery and Crystal kept hearing a voice and responded. The voice then identified itself, she said his name out loud so my brother could hear, and told her that he was buried in the cemetery. He told her to walk and directed her towards a certain headstone. When they looked at the stone, it had the very name that Crystal had heard.

At that time, Renee and her boyfriend began to feel a little creeped out. I can't recall exactly what happened next since I was not present but according to Nick, they heard something in the nearby woods. Now, this cemetery is the center of many ghost stories, one involving a man who stalks the grounds at night. Another of Fingernail Freddy (no, not Freddy Kruger, but a story that is very familiar to it) and the story of the man who was hung from the tree on the road the cemetery is on. So they all decided to leave. Nick, Crystal and Renee walked toward the road but Ben was a few steps behind. Renee and Ben both say they heard a voice say "F*** You!" and Ben flew forward like he was pushed. So they all ran back to the car and came to my house.

My mother was living with me at the time this occurred. She is into the supernatural and spirits. They all came into the house one by one. Nick, Crystal, Ben and then Renee. When Renee came in, the house began to smell really horrible and my dog started to act really weird. I told them to check their shoes for dog crap. No one had any, but my mom happened to walk by and she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at them and asked where they had been. When Nick told her they were at the cemetery, she smelled each one of them. Nick, Crystal, Ben and then Renee. When she got to Renee, she told my brother to go get her sage. When Renee asked her why, my mother replied, "Because you smell like death." Renee got really scared and started to shiver. My mother burnt the sage and did some other stuff that I really didn't pay much attention to. Afterwards, Renee went upstairs to take a shower. When she came downstairs, she showed us 3 scratches on her neck that weren't there before.

Nothing has happened since then... Not regarding to that trip anyway. Nothing violent and that smell has not returned. From time to time, my dog whips her head up towards the stairs for no reason, but that is a different story.

Has anyone else ever smelled the scent of death? It is a horrible scent that is not easily described. It is never forgotten either.