Ghostly Voice - Plymouth Road Cemetery - Anon
I used to play in the woods by the cemetery as a young boy. When it was time to go home, I'd cut through the cemetery on my bike. I was riding down the hill through the cemetery when I saw a grave stone with a large angel on the top. One of the wings had been snapped off. I don't know why but even though it was getting dark, I stopped and using wet mud (it had been raining) I cemented the wing as best as I could, back into place. As soon as I finished, I heard a whisper of "thank you" and felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. It didn't take me too long to ride home lol. I'll never forget that, even though I'm very level headed, I know what I heard and what I felt. Very true story.
I used to play in the woods by the cemetery as a young boy. When it was time to go home, I'd cut through the cemetery on my bike. I was riding down the hill through the cemetery when I saw a grave stone with a large angel on the top. One of the wings had been snapped off. I don't know why but even though it was getting dark, I stopped and using wet mud (it had been raining) I cemented the wing as best as I could, back into place. As soon as I finished, I heard a whisper of "thank you" and felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. It didn't take me too long to ride home lol. I'll never forget that, even though I'm very level headed, I know what I heard and what I felt. Very true story.
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