The Voice in the Cemetery

At Halloween, many people test their bravery by venturing into dark cemeteries. Celia and her husband, who had always been fascinated by the unknown, decided to do just that on the Halloween night of 1996. It was an experience, she says, that changed her life.

"We chose Midtown Cemetery in Chattahoochee, Florida," Celia tells us. "I think it goes by a different name now, but the Gold family was the first African American family in that town, and they are buried in that cemetery near a statue of a book on a pillar."

Celia's husband used to live in that town and often heard tales of supernatural events occurring in the cemetery. This got Celia's juices flowing, so armed with a camera, two flashlights and an audio recording device, they headed into the tiny cemetery.

"We headed for the Gold monument first," she says. "After waiting around in vain for the Gold family to show themselves, we did a little walking around. We were about 50 feet away from the Gold monument when something made me turn around and look back at it. I saw what appeared to be a giant red glow. It was about the size and shape of a human head, and about that far off the ground. I didn't look long enough to make out a face, so I can't tell you if it was truly a face or not."

That's all it took for Celia and her husband to run out of the cemetery at a speed they never imagined they could attain. Although the ground was dry, they both stumbled and tripped as they ran. Her husband said he felt as though he was being sucked into the ground, but Sarah swore it felt more like hands grabbing at her ankles and pants. At the outer edge of the cemetery, they caught their breath and gathered their courage for one more short walk around the gravestones with the audio recorder and camera. "I tried to open myself up a little and I was lured to a random area of the cemetery," says Sarah.

"We stood there for about 10 seconds, until I felt the sudden urge to run. I said, 'Oh my God! We have to go!' I started running with all my might. My husband followed. I turned and I snapped a picture of the spot we were standing. When we got back to the car, we listened to the audio. This is what we heard: the shuffling of our feet in the leaves and then it stops. " Get out!'"

"The voice was obviously not human, but not quite animal," Celia's certain. "It was a demon. The picture showed a whole lot of nothing... except for two little red eyes."