One day we were visiting friends who live in the countryside. There's a cemetery next to their house. It was a nice, sunny day, and after admiring the blossoming irises in their yard, I decided to take a picture. When I got home, looking at the picture, I saw something strange. There was a small cloud in the right corner of the picture. I do not know what it was, but a friend we went to visit assured me that he and his family and friends often see such clouds. And he believes that the souls of dead people "walk" that way.Friend told me how one evening he came home late from work. His way was past a cemetery. He was walking home, tired and hungry (and sober!). As he approached the cemetery, he saw a dark male silhouette ahead.
The stranger seemed to be floating above the ground, so smoothly he moved. His friend felt a little frightened, though he was not the frightened type. He stopped and did not dare to go any further. At that moment, his cell phone rang. He talked to his wife, looked up and the road was empty. There is no one.
He crossed himself and quickly ran home. There he told his wife everything, but she did not believe him.
But I believe my friend, because in my life there was a similar story, connected with the cemetery mysticism. One day my daughter and I decided to visit a relative's grave. First we went to my grandparents' graves. The grass grew densely all around, and I began to weed it out. My daughter helped me first, and then sat down to rest on a bench.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that someone was being buried across the row from us.
A crowd of people, silent wailing. It went on for about fifteen minutes, and then people began to disperse into buses, and soon none of them were left. But then I noticed that a man in a dark jacket was standing near a fresh grave, looking around. For some reason I remembered his face, but I did not pay much attention to his behavior. I wondered if he had decided to stay alone and mourn the deceased.
When I looked up again, the man was gone. "Probably gone," I decided, though the man had disappeared somehow suddenly.
My daughter and I continued to clean the graves. Then we sat down on the bench to have a snack and to remember our relatives. And then my daughter asks me if I have seen a strange man at a fresh grave. She says:
- I don't know what he was doing there. And disappeared suddenly, as if vanished! What kind of obsession?
At a glance, my daughter and I decided to look at a fresh grave, we gathered our things and went to it.
There were many flowers and wreaths from family and friends near the grave. By the fresh cross a photo of the deceased stood. A smiling man in a dark suit was looking down from the picture. Exactly the same one I had seen when I cleaned my family's grave!
We felt uncomfortable, so we put some cookies and candy on his grave and hurried away. I don't think it was a hallucination, because my daughter noticed it, too. I think we saw the soul of the deceased.
At one time my grandmother told me that the soul of a recently buried person wandered around the cemetery until a new deceased person was brought there. I always thought that was just fiction. So maybe my grandmother was right?
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