We went to a local small cemetery a couple months ago and it was full of shadow children. I had great pictures, but my computer crashed and I lost them all before I had a chance to save them to a disk. I cried when I lost all the evidence. I will tell you the story anyway, even though I can't prove it now.

There was a school close to the cemetery, and that field was probably the playground at one time. This would have to be in the 16 or possibly very early 1700's if it was before the cemetery was there. There are rumors of an accident or tragedy, everything from fire to a school bus crashing there, but I don't know what really happened. I can tell you that these shadows are definitely children, though.

The night started with me hearing what sounded like someone small brushing past a big yucca plant that was on a grave. When I looked to see what it was the plant was moving, but no wind and no one close to it. There were only 3 of us there, and the other 2 were on my other side. Not long after that, we started seeing a black mist moving between the stones. As we walked around snapping pics and doing EVP's, the mist started following us and getting closer. After about an hour it seemed to either tire of us or decide we weren't going to harm anyone, so it got more solid and formed a shadow person instead of unformed mist.

We then realized there was more than one. It wasn't long until we were surrounded. They ranged from 2 to 4 feet tall, and felt solid when they touched us. The ones not touching us or following us were running and playing at one end of the cemetery. One that was 2 foot tall walked beside me most of the night, and held my hand several times. I can't explain it any other way. Those of you with kids or are around small kids know what it feels like when one comes up and slips a hand in yours. That is what I felt. We took a break in the van, (the only place to sit down) and as we were getting in we heard a small child call "mommy." I told him we weren't leaving, and we would be back out soon. A small shadow stayed by the van until we got back out.

I had another one come up and lean on my elbow. It reminded me of when my nephew would give my arm a hug, like he wanted to hug me but not give me the chance to put my arm around him. I'm sure some of you know what kind of hug I'm talking about. Not long after that my sister was turning and bumped one with her elbow.

We also kept hearing and smelling a dog, though there wasn't one anywhere near there. The cemetery is surrounded by a huge cornfield that was empty at the time. At first it growled. I decided to talk to it like I would any strange dog I meet. I guess it worked because the dog stopped growling. We heard it pant several times and heard moans and other dog noises after that. It seemed to stay near a group of stones, which looked to be a family. We didn't experience anything of the dog in any other part of the cemetery.

A sheriff stopped to see what we were up to. He didn't stay any longer then he had to. He kept looking into the cemetery with his flashlight like he saw someone, and got nervous when we told him we had seen and heard people. He said if they were talking to us, he didn't want to be there. His car wouldn't start at first, then kept dying after he moved forward a few inches. He inched down the road that way for a while. I called out, "all right now, let the nice policeman leave so he can do his job." It may be just coincidence, but his car ran normally after that.

When we took our last break of the night, my sister and I was leaning against the van while our uncle went around to the other side to pee. The van rocked like he flopped against it hard. At least we thought it was him until he asked why we were rocking the van. The way the moon was shining, it was at our backs on the other side of the van so you could see the shadow of the top of the van on the ground in front of us. When I saw the shadow of a head peering over the side of the van, I thought he had climbed on top and was going to scare us. Just as that thought formed, he walked around the van and joined us. Then my sister pointed out the shadow, which she had seen too. It was then joined by a second shadow. We checked the top of the van after we got home, but there was no sign of anything being up there.

I had pictures of the shadow children, including pictures of one that liked playing with the camera. He(or she) would come up real close like they were looking into the lens, then back away. They looked like dark shadows, but you couldn't see through them. I snapped the pictures as quickly as my camera would let me, and you could have used them as a flip book to see the movement. You understand now why I cried when I lost all of the pictures.

My uncle has since left the group, and my sisters and I have started our own group. He had the video and EVP's, so now I'm not sure where they are at. We had sounds of the kids playing, the dog sounds, and a few adults and kids talking to us. I had asked the one who kept holding my hand who they were, and a little boy answered with his name. I think it was Mark. I only got to hear it once, and although it was clear I can't remember what the name was for sure now. I'm not old, I'm just memory challenged.

Anyway, that was my best experience with shadow people.

That is an amazing account of an awesome experience. Sorry you lost those pictures. They would have been neat to see.

Carolyn