Comments for The Grave Yard - Unexplained Event: Page 1

Kecoughtan - kids do stupid things. Grave yards are natural attractants and this happened a long time ago. I certainly do not do this sort of thing any longer.

I take your thoughts into consideration. Explain Natasha though. If I had been urinated on with her around do you really think she would want anything to do with me? Doing something like that is only done out of dislike or disdane for someone. Dislike that intense, I'm sure would show itself in other forms with the people you hang out with. Explain the laughter. I heard it clearly in an area where I could see for hundredns of yards in any direction. In fact I woke to it. When I stood up I heard it again, it was close as if it was with-in 20 feet or so. When I fell, I blacked out. One might think I hit my head on something but I had no bump or bruze. My head was fine except for a hangover. How did I get halfway home? Thats over a mile. If I had walked that far I would remember at least part of the journey. Trust me, I want a nice simple explanation but so far I do not think there is a valid one given yet.

There seems to be many possible and reasonable explanations for the behavior of your friends and the events of that night without having to consider the paranormal. Honestly, this sounds like an evasion prank by your former friends. Maybe they wanted to ditch you or you were getting too drunk and they wanted to get away from you and go elsewhere. Maybe they wanted to do something they knew you would not condone. Maybe it was just drunken hysteria. Group dynamics and youthful drunkness produce some odd situations, Wolfreal. Actually, it often has the same effect on older folks, too! If Jim was burned afterwards then that evening happened and your friends have not been forthright with you--all the more reason for you to question their motives that night. As for them denying that evening, it is possible that after they left the cemetery they did something that they don't want others to know and are trying to cover their tracks.

PLEASE treat cemeteries and gravemarkers with respect. It's not about the dead; it's about the living. Sometimes the only way we have to connect to our relatives is a gravestone. Sometimes the court house has burned down and the only way to find information about who we are and where we came from is to use the information on them. Sometimes they were made my hand--carved by skilled artisans--and are beautiful works of art and relics of the past. Some families can not afford to repair and reset damaged gravestones. The penalty for cemetery vandalism is mild, but the pain it produces for people with loved ones and relatives there is agonizing and frustrating. Thanks.

Cokey - the thing is though I don't have many more stories. I mean small stuff has happened in my life that I can't explain sure but I do not believe in ghosts or sprits. I think it might be possible for people to hear and see things that might be labeled ghosts but whatever these things are they are not sentient. Maybe like an event recorded in space-time somehow like a voice is recorded on a tape or video on tape. But I do not believe in ghosts that go around consciously doing things. I could sleep soundly in a supposed "Haunted" house so long as I could keep the bugs and other pests off.

I really want to dismiss this story as "I just got really drunk," but I can not. None of my friends at the time could have been considered anything like actors. And if they were acting, it was the best acting I have ever seen in my life. If they did urinate on me Natasha would have known and never would have wanted to be around a loser that had that happen to him. Over time, one of them would have broken down over time and told me what happened that night.

Also tell me this, we used to go to that grave yard quite a bit but after that night we never went back and it wasn't just because I did not want to. No one ever said let's hang out at the graves again. No one ever suggested going there when we could think of nothing else to do. It used to be one of those places on our list we could choose to go and it was just never brought up again as an option after that night.

Well, in his comment, He said;

The night started with 4 people and ended with 9.

that's a great story... But it was confusing on the last part. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to more of your stories...

Ill try to answer what questions I can. First I can see where you would be confused. I did say 4 but later mentioned more people being there. This happened to me 6 years ago. Back then I had some close friends and we would always do things together. Almost always, where ever we ended up other kids from the same area would look for us knowing we were out doing something and find us. The night started with 4 people and ended with 9.

The thought about my friends or a bum urinating on me is... Disturbing. I was really drunk and I might consider that a possibility accept I heard laughter very clearly when no one was around. Also I can't help but feel that everyone was scared of me that night and they kept saying "Oh my God what is that?" when looking directly at me. If they saw it was me why would they say this? I thought something might be behind me but everyone ran away and no one said anything like "Get out of there" to me. Beyond that I saw very real fear in the faces of my friends. I heard real fear in their screams as they ran away. Who would trip into a fire just to play a joke? Why didn't anyone remember the night except me?

Yes I did talk to almost everyone that was there that night. All of them say they don't remember being there. When I talked to Jim two days later he had second degree burns on his arm. I knew he was there, I knew all of them had been there but he said he couldn't remember how the burns got there. Just that he woke up with them. He thought he must have had a lot to drink the night before but couldn't say where he was. I questioned my friends and a couple others I did not know that we who had been there that night. I did this quite frequently saying things like, "come on enough time has gone by just tell me what happened." After a while they stopped talking about it altogether and would just yell at me to shut up and say "For the last time we don't know what you are talking about we weren't there" I gave up after time. I do not talk to most of them now. Not because of this but we have just grown apart as most people seem to. Natasha and I were even closer for a while after this and I can not she her not telling me she remembered if she did.

Yeah I was very pissed but no so pissed that I could make up a whole night and remember it clear like this. I know the difference between imagining something.
We had been to the grave yard many times before doing the same type of thing, fire and all. The only difference like I said is that I had never been that drunk there before and I didn't take the time to leave the grave yard before relieving myself.

Mmmm...strange, I don't understand although, did all your friends denied what happened that night?, mm... Sounds creepy, 😲

I'm afraid I am confused. Natasha said she (no one) had gone to the graveyard ion weeks, what about the rest of your frieds you were with? You stated you all drove there together and one boys shirt caugh fire. Have you questioned them?

Alscohol can do strange things to our preceptions...

God Bless!

The problem I'm having with this is how you ended your story by informing us, that according to a friend it may have never happened. It makes it hard to question certain things...

With that said:

Had you been to this cemetery before? If so did you ever encounter anything? Was this your first time getting trashed in a cemetery?

You guys built a fire in the cemetery? Wow...huh

I think your friends or someone just peed on you. Like how guys tend to draw on a passed out friends face.

Are you sure you just didn't get really wasted one night, hallucinate and pass out in a gutter?

I've never gotten THAT drunk. But I have had moments (21st birthday, St.Pats...etc) where I've waken up and thought I had been in a different location/house the night before.

Let this be a lesson for everyone: Don't get drunk in a cemetery. Don't build a fire in one either. Don't pee on a headstone. Drunk or Sober you should respect the dead.

Thank you for sharing your story. Wow, this one is out there for sure. I think it's possible that Natasha didn't want to talk about it, so she told you that you all had never been there. I think it's also possible that your friends were drunk and hysterical, and of course the girl (s?) would be paranoid because they're in a graveyard with drunk guys. Obviously you realize that what you did wasn't the best idea. All the same, I can't think of any logical explanation as to why you had been urinated on outside of your friends or some bum doing it. Spirits don't have bladders. 😆

Blessings,
DA

Thanks for sharing...however,are you sure this was not a nightmare? I mean you said you were really drunk... One more thing that I need clarification on... You said there were four of you including you. But then you also say "everyone else agreed except the girls"...well if Natasha was the only girl and bob and jim the other two... Who are the GIRLS?

Regards & Prayers,
Logan