Being
a ghost investigator I keep a keen ear for supposed haunted places near
my home in Somerset, Massachusetts. When I had heard of the Village Cemetery
in Rehoboth, MA I gathered a few investigators and scheduled a date for
an investigation. As the story goes, on three different occasions, witnesses
have seen an elderly man dressed in 19th century clothing. He floated amongst
the headstones with a very liquid-like movement terrorizing the witnesses
with vulgarities and forcing them out in a state of shock. One witness
claimed she saw the old man kneeling at a headstone crying and laughing
maniacally. Seeing the old man so distressed, the witness approached to
console him. The figure rose up and began yelling at her. As she ran away
frantically, the figure began calling out, "Catherine. Catherine," which
was not her name. She jumped into her car and took one last glance; the
apparition was once again kneeling but over a female figure whom he was
beating on with his closed fists. The figures disappeared mysteriously
as she screeched away.
As we arrive at the Village Cemetery at 9:32pm
I take a deep breath, stretch, and shuffle around for my mini flashlight.
I meet my fiancée Lisa at the front of the car while the other investigators
grab the gear from the trunk. We cautiously enter the cemetery with cameras
in hand hoping to catch our feisty friend on film. We come across a mausoleum
built into a hill straight ahead. The inscription is old and worn and reads
Property of the Town: 1829. As 
we
pass the mausoleum we trek up the small hill that leads to the massive
cemetery. We headed toward the southwest corner of the yard, which is where
the apparition was sighted. "This place is so cold and feels like overwhelming
sorrow to me," I whispered in a shaky voice. The group concurred and we
continued on our way. I found an open spot where we could sit and reflect
upon the souls whose bodies were buried beneath us. Lisa stands and walks
several paces from where we sit without saying a word. She has a very good
feeling for spiritual energy and usually produces very good ghost photographs.
After about fifteen minutes we stood and began snapping pictures hoping
for our guest of honor to arrive. He must have had other plans that night
because he stood us up. It was getting late and we decided to leave.
The drive home was a tiresome one consisting of conversation about the investigation and our amazement of how many icy cold spots we passed through in that cemetery. Were there ghosts following us? We all believe so. The photos we got from this investigation were a little disappointing but we did catch some spiritual orbs on film. Lisa and I went back to the Village Cemetery a few days later to snap some daytime photos. We did capture one daytime orb on film, which is a bit more difficult than during the nighttime hours.
Being a ghost investigator takes a certain amount of perseverance and nerve that a lot of people don't have or lose real quickly. Having an open mind is the first step to a successful ghost hunting experience. Anyone interested in learning about or participating in a ghost hunt can feel free to e-mail me at the Massachusetts Ghost Hunters Society at MGHS@mail.com. Be safe and have a great New Year! - Scott Golz
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