This uncomfortable feeling took place in the fall 2004 when me and a friend took a ride up route 59 on Sunday afternoon to the intersection of 59 and 136 arriving at the historical Union Cemetery. Now usually I go to these historical burial grounds in Connecticut to look at the grave stones and absorb all the rich history this state has to offer. But this time we just went there to see if we could get a thrill being near the Halloween season. Nothing was happening, no ill feelings, no sense of discomfort while walking around the grounds.
If you have or have not been there, there is a small dirt parking area just in front of the main gate on route 136 to the corner of route 59. You can walk straight into the property and go left towards route 59 or right towards the church. Straight and to the left in the distal part of the property there are a few trees set along the back edge of the property near the creek that runs along the back to or from behind the small church that is also located within the gated area. One tree in particular that is quite large I'd say is surrounded by a few head scattered headstones. As I looked over in that direction it looked like a nice place to explore.
I commented to my friend, "That's where I would hang out". We soon walked into the area and preceded to walk around the tree. It was shaded with headstones place strategically around the tree. I don't remember if it was an oak tree or maple. It's the largest tree in the cemetery.
After about a minute we were both bombarded with overwhelming sadness and anxiety that we left immediately and fled for the car. Because we both felt strange, we believe that on this day, there was a lot of activity in the Union Cemetery.
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