Salem Cemetery

Jun 6, 2016
12 min read

The three of us sat in my small dark bedroom, waiting for the sun to go down. We had our Ouija, a few candles, The Necronomicon and some other odds and ends. We were around 13 years old, very young and very naive. This particular night was scorching hot, a fog settled in around the house as well as down the road. The fog began to get so thick we couldn't see two steps in front of us. Again, it's just Myself and two of my other " friends " who will stay anonymous. They set on my bed while I do some research on the computer about summoning spirits and demons, the ramifications, the precautions, the whole nine yards. I thought I had it down pact, I was very wrong.

This was a time when there was no such thing as high speed internet, only dial up. We had really no use for cell phones. The only thing we were concerned about was going down to the local cemetery around midnight every night. Who were we going to date? Who likes us? Who has a crush on us? The typical pre-teen-teenager ordeal. This was back when Yahoo actually had chat rooms for Pagans and Witch's to converse and share stories and their ideas. I had quite the amount of Pagan and Heathen friends on my list. That night I had told most of them what we were going to be doing and they saw nothing wrong with it at all. I saw nothing wrong with it at all either, except I didn't tell them I was bringing the Necronomicon with us, nor did they know my intentions. I glanced at the clock and it was Midnight, it was time for us to pack up our mini back packs and start walking the mile walk, down to Salem Cemetery.

Carefully placing my Ouija in my bag, my book, the candles ( we had about 100 small white tea lights ), a few cigarettes we'd sneak from out parents, of course! Who didn't back then? All of our parents knew we were good kids. We didn't cause trouble, nor did we reek havoc on anybody or anything. Not compared to what the kids do these days. These days what they do, scares the shit out of me! So it was perfectly ok for a small group of us, being in our teenage years to go down to the cemetery. " Of course, go! Have fun! ". All of our parents told us. We were always so honest with them, they have always been so open and accepting of what we would do in regards to our practices. I asked everybody if they were ready and they were all waiting on me to get my ass out of the chat room. I told all of my Pagan and Witch friends that I would be back to share my exploration and experiences with them. So, we set out and started walking down the foggy road.

The fog had gotten even thicker as we got closer Salem Cemetery. We had a giant Magnum flash light, the ones with the LED lights, a Plumber's light. We were set! Or so we thought. We turn the flash light on just to see in front of us and it won't turn on. The batteries fell out. Simple mistake! The bottom wasn't screwed in all the way. Placing the batteries back in the flash light, popping the bottom back on, we had lit it up and bam! Instant light. We still couldn't even see our feet as we walked down my road to the cemetery. Talk about intense fog. It just gave us that much more ambiance to our " Seance ".

After what seemed like forever trying to get through the fog we arrive at the crossed roads that Salem Cemetery sets on. It's actually a T in the road, not a crossed road. You can go left, right or back. There were no other ways. Unless you wanted to drive your car straight into the cemetery, which people often do out in the middle of no where. I've always been very respectful of the dead from early childhood, as far back as I can remember. I just always knew that when you went to someone's resting place it was always the right thing to do, be polite, be courteous, tell them you're there and what for, give them a few pennies or what not. Just general courtesy for the dead. That's what we were taught as children. Respect! This is what my grandmother has always taught me too when entering a cemetery, from a very early age at that. She was alive during this time period, so she did have tips for us and always loved to hear my encounters.

I've always been the one to lead us into the cemetery. So I placed three pennies at the entrance of the gate, tipped some water out and knocked three times on the wooden post. I instantly felt welcomed. I've always felt welcomed in this cemetery, to this day I still do. Little did I know that I do have family that is buried there, as well as the two residents that resided in my house. The residents ended their lives in a Tragic murder/suicide. Such a very sad tale. Often times the older kids would drive into the cemetery and tear down head stones and totally corrupt the place, leaving it in rags. Most everyone in this small town knew that we would never do such a thing. No blame was ever thought or placed upon us for such occurrences.

The three of us walk in, the fog is even thicker inside the cemetery, which is strange. I feel a bit ill at first and really I don't think anything of it. It's probably the little bit of pot we smoked or the cigarette we had smoked, making us feel a little queezy. So, it was no biggie and we continued into the cemetery. The entire atmosphere changed within seconds. I told the other two friends that accompanied me to just sit down at the first grave we could find. We found one alright, we fell over it. Not being able to see anything in this fog. " You guys ready ? " I asked the others.... " yep! " was the response and without hesitation. They were ready and pumped! We had such great times using the board in that cemetery.

The three of us slowly sat down, making sure we weren't sitting on any broken bits of tomb stones, twigs or branches. The ground was really cold this night, which was really odd. It was a really HOT summer's night. I unzipped my bag and got the Ouija out, the candles and then the Necromonicon. I handed handfuls of tea-lights to the other two participants and we carefully placed them around ourselves in a giant circle. Lighting each one while focusing on our intentions. Our intention, well THEIR intentions were to summon ANY spirit that would talk to us, but from the " white light ", only good spirits were allowed in our " circle ". This " circle " coming from my dabbling in Wicca, did nothing. It didn't serve to protect, it didn't serve to do one bit of good. From that day on Wicca went into the Garbage for myself. My path had changed, it wasn't for me.

The candles gave off an eerie glow. Lighting up a small section of the cemetery almost creating a " bubble " effect with the fog, which was really pretty amazing for us to see, being that young. " Cool ! " we thought to ourselves, this is going to be a good session, a great time! I try to look at everyone but it's still hard to see even with the 100 tea-lights going. We all took our deep breaths, in and out, in and out. Three deep breaths in through the nose, three deep breaths out of the mouth. All typical Wiccan bull shit. It did nothing now that I look back at it, not a thing at all. We placed some candles closer to the board so we could see it better. We didn't have the glow in the dark Ouija's back then. All you got was your regular Parker Brother's or William Fuld Ouija. So that was our one main tool, a plane Jane Ouija Board.

I told them I was going to read something from the Necromonicon. One person being a lot older than the two of us suggested I didn't do such a thing, he had heard about the book and claimed insane things had happened to him from reading it. Later on in life we find out that this same man has a history of mental disorders, which wasn't surprising in the least. I shrugged off what he said, letting it go in one ear and the other, he knew I didn't care for him after all, he was dating my best friend. I began to read SOMETHING, I'm not sure what but it was some strange incantation or invocation out of that book. When I had completed reading the invocation/incantation we ALL three started to hear this loud rumble or a growl. It sounded like a wild animal, a wolf or a Coyote. Coyote's are very common out here in my area of the woods so it wasn't something that really concerned me. The other two were almost scared shit less.

I told them to just relax and let's use the board and see what we can get! The fog had begun to clear up a bit now and we could actually see each other's faces, which was so much damn better. Glaring at one another we each placed our index finger on the Planchette. " If there are any spirits here that wish to communicate with us, please feel free to. We wish you no harm, we seek only Knowledge, thank you in advance ". That was my all time most comfortable " prayer " or affirmation during those times of cemetery " play ". We kind of just looked at each other amazed that it wasn't moving. It normally moved and it moved quick for us. " Hmmmmm... " I said.... " well guys, I have no idea let's just head back ". The second I said that something strange happened.

All three of us had blacked out. It felt like we were falling through the ground. I could literally see the inside of the earth, the fire, the lava, the Earth's core. I saw the root systems, the good, the bad, the ugly, the down right EVIL. You know when you stand up too fast and you get light headed and feel as if you're falling? That's the exact feeling I had. It was TERRIFYING. I've never experienced anything like this before. All three of us came to at the exact same time. We looked around at each other in disbelief. We were all white as ghosts. We looked like the blood had been drained from our faces. I grabbed my board and book, we left the candles and haled our asses back to my house.

Not even caring about the fog or tripping over anything, we ran as fast as we could back to my house, down that long ass road. What seemed like only a few minutes turned out to be actually 4 hours. We were gone for FOUR FUCKING HOURS I told them.. I was freaking out! What had happened? Why did we all black out at the same time? We all had the exact same visions of the insides of the earth, the fire, the lava, the good, bad, and down right evil. The oldest male with us, my Best Friend's boyfriend didn't look the same anymore. Something about him had changed. His facial features were contorted and twisted. His eye brows peaked up, as if they had been shaped that way. His nostrils were flared out and he was beat red. We kept asking him how he felt and he kept responding " I'm fine, I feel fine... it was just a really weird experience! Get on your chat room and ask your Witch friends what happened ". I looked at him and waved my hands in front of his face with no response from him. His girlfriend was pretty shaken up and pissed off at me for even reading from the book. " He warned you !! " " He fucking warned you! " She quietly screamed at me. I just looked at her and said " really ??? " rolling my eyes, wanting to laugh so hard at this pathetic asshole.

So, I got onto the same chat room as I was in before. All of my Pagan and Heathen friends were still online. My very dear friend Anne who I've written about int he past ( my angel ) was online! I was so happy! If anybody would know what was going on it would be her.. She was my go to for everything. She sent me her first and only published copy of " Witchcraft ". Her name wasn't even on the book, anywhere! All of her workings were in this massive, plastic bound book. I IM'd her instantly, ringing that little " ding dong " sound on the Yahoo Messenger system. I saw her start to type.......... Anne is typing.....

" What's up buttercup!!! ? ". She was always so sweet and kind. Like a second mother almost. She made sure I was going into things KNOWING what I was doing. I had told her that I read from the Necromonicon and that we had all experienced the exact same thing in the cemetery. She suggested that it was really all in our own minds, the Necromonicon that is. I agreed with her. I didn't buy into that book, it's a fictional book. She then said something odd... " I see a man and his facial features have changed.. he's not the same man he was before.... who is he? is he with you now? ". " Yes! " I told Anne, almost in tears now from her amazing gift of vision. " What is happening? Why did this happen? ".

She began to explain to me that 200 spirits had followed me home from that cemetery. She also explained how they had attached themselves to the oldest male that was with us. The spirits did NOT attach themselves to OUR physical bodies, not my best friend and I. The only person vulnerable enough, mentally unstable enough was HIM. She asked if I believed in Possession... I told her no, not really. " I honestly don't think it's possible " I said to her in all honesty. Her response was incredible... " That's very good, you always remember NEVER let your mind trick yourself into thinking Possession is possible. You are in control of your own body and only you. You will become a great channel one day but that's far off my darling. You have many gifts and you will find them. I may not be around either but you know sweetheart, you'e always got me in your heart ".

Anne had signed off.... out of no where she signed off! I got really upset and started to cry. I wanted more answers, more opinions! So, I started asking other people about the incident. They had the exact same answers as Anne did. So really I had no idea what had happened that night. All I know is from that night on the oldest male with us, was never himself again. He became abusive, he started to hit my best friend, keeping her from seeing me and her other friends. He forbid her from having contact with any outside sources, even her parents. I was devastated.... I had just lost my best friend.

A few years had passed and I finally got to catch up with her again. We talked briefly for a few moments. It was very short, very quick. She had told he got her pregnant. I was in total shock but supported and stood by her for her entire pregnancy. He had left her alone to fend for herself and the baby. I never saw her much after she gave birth. She lived right down the road from me, we'd flip our light switches on and off as our " codes " to say hi or COME OVER. I just didn't understand why she had distanced herself from me. Later I find out she was never a friend at all, she was just a user and a complete and utter fucking bitch.

I tried searching for Anne for so many years. I finally found something on her Yahoo Profile. It was a picture of Anne standing by a gorgeous bohemian style solar lamp. She had a teddy bear in her arms. I thought to myself " Ok, she's ok, she's fine... this is great! I will finally be able to ask her more questions ". Years went by and nothing from Anne. Nothing from my best friend nor her so called boyfriend. I get off the bus from school one afternoon and check the mail for some reason. I never had mail coming in at that age, so I never really checked it but that day something told me to. Inside was an envelope with my name and Address on it. I opened it up when I got inside and set my book bag aside. It was a picture of ANNE! It was a picture of her with the Teddy Bear, kneeling down by the bohemian style solar lantern. On the back it had her date of birth and date of death.

To this day I've never found out what happened to the oldest male, who sent me the picture of Anne. My best friend is truly gone, which is really a blessing in disguise. I blame myself in a way for having them come with me that night. I feel responsible in a way. I still have a chip on my shoulder for her. I can't hold that grudge though, it doesn't serve me. Anne still remains a complete mystery.