
Behind this church was the cemetery. Old stones. Some so old you couldn't even see the name or the date. That is what interested me. The date. When was the person born and when did they die. Sometimes they were so young. Sometimes it was an entire family. What sickness or event happened that all theirs lived were taken withing a short time of each other.

Of course you cannot rule out the awesome stones, mausoleums, sarcophagus, and other tributes to a loved one. Someday I would like to go to New Orleans and walk around the St Louis Cemetery.
Some of the mausoleums were beautiful, like the one above looks like marble. And of course it is locked. Which makes me think "who has the key?" Now if it was a recent death, there would be no question, but a couple of them were from the 1920's. Is there still family that passes on the key? Or is it left behind in a pile of junk long forgotten.
I will always cruise through cemetery's. I think that it is comforting. But I that there are some haunted cemetery's around that I am not sure I want to visit. Oh yes, I will. Like Dartford Cemetery in Green Lake. Here you can sit on the roof of a large stone building, and will get pushed off.
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