In August, I visited one of the oldest cemeteries in Burlington, to do some RAOGK for a couple of people who had ancestors buried there. I was able to locate the stones after lifting up some grass but they were very old and worn so I did some rubbings. It was a pretty windy day and I kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye in the corner of a cemetery, near the entrance. As I was trying to decipher what was written on stone, I started to say things out loud like "Ok George, help me out here" A few minutes later, a shadow came up beside me and past my right shoulder. I figured it was the shadow of a tree branch and looked over my shoulder. I saw a tall thin man with grey hair, black pants, a white dress shirt & suspenders behind me looking over my shoulder at what I was doing. It startled me so bad I shrieked and fell back. I turned around to tell the guy he just scared the hell out me but when I did, there was no one there. I convinced myself I was imaging things and stayed a couple more hours, freaking myself out the whole time because I continued to see someone out of the corner of my eye, in the corner of the cemetery. I told some co-workers about my experience who are probably thinking I'm a bit off and said I had the feeling that there was something someone wanted me to find in that corner of the cemetery.
Being the chicken that I am, I returned to the cemetery briefly a couple of weeks later with my son in tow to take a picture that I missed. I didn't have any strange feelings or sightings this time.
In October, I was doing some research at the library and came across the transcription of the cemetery. I found entries for a couple more people in the cemetery with the same last names that had brought me there in August. For whatever reason they are not listed on the cairn. I decided last week to take a quick look for them over my lunch hour. I walked around the cemetery looking at the exposed stones for a bit but didn't find them. I returned to the entrance and went to the area where I kept seeing someone out of the corner of my eye and..... there was buried stone there, with only the top part peeking out. It took a few minutes to pull the grass back and dirt to uncover the name on the stone but when I did....it was for the woman that I was looking for (who shares the same last name as George). This stone too is quite worn and difficult to make out everything that is written on it, so I need to go back when I have more time. And yes, I told her out loud not to worry, that I would be back.
