My son and I used to go horseback riding on country roads near our home. A couple of miles from home, there was an old church.
I knew nothing of this church, nor its history. The only thing I knew, was that I felt a strange feeling every time we passed this church, and our horses would always spook at this location riding down the country
roads. Over many months I observed the same reaction in both myself and our horses. Also, our horses would frequently roll their eyes toward the church, as looking for something they were sensing.
One day I asked a person who lived near the church, what was the deal with the church. I had never seen anyone there. This person responding by telling me the church had been closed for about twenty or
thirty years. Everyone thought it was haunted, and simply stopped coming to services years ago.
This church was a wonderful old frame church built in the 1800's. There is a graveyard adjacent to this
church, with many old headstones. There had been little damage or vandalism to the graveyard, or church over the years. It just seemed odd this church was empty and unused. It was such a nice old church. You could
easily imagine services having just been there the last Sunday morning.
Over about a one year span, I continued to horseback ride by this church. Sometimes the horses would become very unruly in front
of the church, and want to get away from there. Myself, I just kept feeling the strange energy surrounding the place.
One day I decided to go into the churchyard and graveyard and look around. My
young son stayed with our horses, outside the fenced in area of the church and graveyard. I walked around the graveyard first, and then along the side of the church, open to the graveyard.
This is where
the front door of the church was located, so I decided to see if the church door was unlocked. The door was unlocked, so I went inside.
It seemed very erie,
as it looked as if someone may have just had Sunday school there the day before. The only thing out of place, were several bibles haphazardly on the floor. I walked around, picked them up, and put them back into the racks on the pews, where they apparently belonged.
My son came in at that point, he had gotten both brave, and curious. We both felt an odd sensation there, more of that erie
feeling. My son spooked, and said let's get out of here. And so, we left to continue our horseback ride.
Now even more curious I stopped by the church again on a couple of occasions. I continued to walk
around feeling and observing this strange erie energy. I would ask myself at different times, what does this strange energy feel like.
I finally concluded this energy felt like a lost frightened
child. At times this child like energy would be quiet, at other times it would feel like it was in a panic. Mostly it felt very lonely, I felt more a sense of loneliness or deep sadness than anything else. At times
though, it felt like a child crying, isolated. I felt almost as if I might see a child sitting on a bench crying somewhere in the vicinity of the church.
After months I did indeed conclude there was a real presence or spirit there, of a child.
I wanted to do something to ease this child's loneliness. But did not know what to do about it, or where to turn
for help. The aloneness I felt from this lost spirit child worried at me.
I have always been very aware on an deeper inner level. This inner awareness quite strong in my sleep states. One night I was
dreaming in a very deep sleep, I found myself in a very
strange place. It was much in likeness to a police station of today. Some form of organizational center. There were three individuals there, very tall, maybe 6-8 feet tall, but very thin wearing long robes of some kind.
These individuals seemed to be a light gray plasma type energy. Their bodies had definite form but were almost semi transparent. I was having a discussion with them about this lost spirit child.
I was there to find out where I should turn in the spirit child, as a lost soul.
Just as you would turn in a missing person at a police station. I talked for sometime to these people,
especially one person. Odd fact though, I could not identify if I was talking to a man or woman. I found myself wanting to lift the robe, to see which sex I had been talking to. This person told me they would
indeed find and care for the spirit.
I had asked whose responsibility was it to watch after these types of individuals or spirits when they were stuck or lost. I was told that, "
we are all caretakers of the soul." I really wanted to remember this entire experience, so I asked the man if I would remember, and the person said no, I would not.
I then asked if my sleeping husband laying next to me could
remember for me. He laughed and said yes, so I still asleep reached over and nudged - bumped my husband to awaken him. He bolted upright, and I told him to remember to remind me of my dream, and to remember the statement "
we are all caretakers of the soul." I was sleep-talking... as I was still... in a very deep sleep state.
The next morning my husband says to me "you really laid a weird one on me last night!
" He never got accustomed to my strangeness... he is now my ex-husband. Anyway he did remind me of the dream, and the phrase I had asked to him to remember. I did remember the entire experience then with vivid
detail, including my wanting to lift the person's robe, so I would know if I had been talking to a man or woman.
I did not get a chance to go horseback riding the next day, but my son did three days
after this experience. He came in from his ride, excited, telling me "it"
was gone. I had not told him of my dream experience. It was about a week before I got to go riding with him, and indeed the presence of the spirit child was gone. The first time ever our horses did not spook riding by.
About six months later, I learned some of the history of the church from a woman minister visiting in the area. I was really surprised when she told me about how a child had, accidentally been killed
in some freaky accident that had occurred near the church. The little boy supposedly had been loved by many in the community. The decision was made to bury the child there at the church, but not in the graveyard. It had
been set somewhere in front of the church,a special place to memorialize his death and the accident.
I went to look for the child's grave, and found it. I found the grave right beside the road, outside the
churchyard fence under a large oak tree. The grave had a small fence about ten inches high surrounding only the little grave, separated by a taller fence from the larger graveyard area of the church.
I was
sad to see that the child's grave had completely overgrown with briars and weeds. It was so weedy you could not see anything, not even the little fence or even know it was a grave. I cleaned the weeds away one day, and
was happy the child was no longer lonely. The headstone was small, and did identify a child - a little boy. Fenced in to himself, no wonder he was lonely!
This tiny little grave was
precisely at the spot where our horses usually spooked, within a foot or two of the road, very adjacent to where we generally passed by on our horseback rides. So overgrown!
I found it interesting this church reopened its congregation, about three years after this experience.
To my knowledge, the church is still being used again for community events and services today.
