Astwood Cemetery, Worcester.
While messing around trying to scare each other myself and my friends were in the cemetery. There were seven of us. Three girls, including myself, and four guys. One guy claimed to be a 'medium' and was telling us about this 'white mist' he could see.
Thinking him a fake, I turned around and saw a small white mist behind me. I was frozen to the spot as this 'mist' started to take a shape. The shape turned into a little girl, about seven or eight years old, and she was wearing a plain white dress and a white knitted bonnet. She was staring at me with orb-like eyes and opened her hands, palm up, and cried. My two female friends both heard her crying and looked, but none of the guys could see or hear anything.
She vanished but the crying continued until we left the cemetery.
After telling the tale to some other friends, four nights later, on 12th June, we went back to the cemetery. I can remember the date because it was a friend's birthday. We returned to the same place in the cemetery and waited, all sat close to each other. The same two girls were with ma again this night, as was another girl, whose birthday it was, and we waited.
It was gone two in the morning when talk broke out among us and none of us were really concentrating, when the girl who had turned 16 cried out and pointed. She was crying out that she could see a small white figure, but none of us could see at first.
My friend was getting upset so we took her out of the cemetery where she calmed down enough to tell us that the white figure was of a little girl, the same one we had seen a few nights before, and that she had opened her hands, palm up, and, instead of crying this time, had laughed, and blood had been pouring from her hands. My friend was so distressed me that we took her home, and returned to the cemetery, all wanting to see the bloody hands of the little white girl.
Unfortunately none of us did, but my friend will still wake up at night, three years later, crying because the girl was in her dreams.
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I have also spoke to a few people, including the wife of the caretaker at the cemetary, who said that, even though she has never seen anything herself, she often gets told by her husband of laughing in the cemetary, near the place that we were. They could be connected, but also could have nothing to do with each other. Neither myself nor my friend know how to assist someone in Crossing Over, nor would I like to try it without a professional there with us. I know what I saw was true, and I do believe my friend, the state she was in after the incident was too bad to be fake. I thank you all for your comments and hope that someone can help me with this.