I had made plans to visit somewhere entirely
different this past weekend, but it didn’t work out. Fortunately I made last
minute plans to visit another place as well. I had always put off visiting
Stone Mountain Village because it is located so close to me (only a 30 minute
drive), it just seemed like it wouldn’t be that exciting….I was wrong. The
weather was so pretty this past weekend I decided to take the back roads out
there with the windows down and music blaring…
It was Sunday afternoon and very sunny in the high 70s.
It was the perfect fall day, hot in the sun and nice and cool in the shade. I
had seen the Stone Mountain Village Inn online and read some interesting
stories on others’ past experiences with the paranormal. I also found it
interesting when I visited this site: http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g35283-d75433-Reviews-Village_Inn_Bed_and_Breakfast-Stone_Mountain_Georgia.html
and upon looking through the pictures I saw possible orbs in more than one of
the pictures. Interesting...yes. I had
visited their website over the summer to check out rates and everything, and I
didn’t bother checking the site until after my visit (it’s been disabled), so I
was very surprised when I arrived at the Inn and saw a FOR SALE sign. The Inn
still looked very quaint and inviting though. No one was home from what I could
tell, but I would really love to visit with them sometime to see if they had
any spooky tales for me. If anyone has been here and did or didn’t have any
paranormal experience I would LOVE to hear from you! It is a very beautiful Inn
and it looks very cozy.
Heading away from the Inn I went over some train
tracks a block away and found myself in the square of Stone Mountain Village.
Sunday is never the best day to visit small towns in Georgia because most
everything is usually always closed on Sundays. There were some very
interesting shops that definitely are on my list of places to visit soon
though! A few shops I saw were: a health food store, a mom and pop toy store, a
couple art galleries, a tattoo parlor, a café, and a tavern. So if you live
near Stone Mountain as well I suggest taking a day trip over with the family
and check this quaint little town out (but on a Saturday of course).
Across from the tavern is the Stone Mountain Village
Cemetery. This cemetery was on my list because it has a memorial and a ton of
tombstones for some of the unnamed confederate soldiers. I am a nerd for
history I must admit. I read a few different accounts people have given on
their experiences here and most ran to hearing footsteps, seeing orbs with the
naked eye, and feeling hands trying to push you. I was very skeptical after
reading this, and was prepared to debunk anything I could. I was pleasantly
surprised when I arrived at the cemetery because it is extremely well
maintained and aesthetically pleasing. It is a peaceful and nice cemetery,
albeit old and in some places crumbling, but overall well cared for.
I parked and got out at the very back end of the
cemetery (the opposite side from where the confederate soldier tombstones are),
and started walking around and reading the names and dates and taking sporadic
pictures. I instantly became aware of the noise that I’m sure many were
referring to when they “heard footsteps”- there are numerous oak trees
throughout the cemetery with acorns falling and landing with a crunch or thud
here and there. Footsteps-debunked. I kept on walking and reading the names it
was very cool to see the consistency of very old dates. Normally I only find a
few from the 1800s mixed in with more recent dates. I always find it interesting to see the names
of people during the 1800s. My favorite was “Cincinnatus.” That is a GREAT
name!!!
I ventured off the main walk way and started walking
down hill to read some more of the tombstones when I came to a VERY interesting
one… There was a group of three tombstones in a bordered plot and the center
one read the first name “Livinia” and I read it out loud a few times because I
like the way it sounds, and said [out loud] “wow, what a pretty name…Livinia.”
and instantly it happened. I smelled a floral perfume, like roses. At first I
thought someone must be walking up to me, or near and the wind carried it to
me, but I turned in a full circle and no one was in sight and the wind wasn't really stirring. I got the chills, but continued “that is such a beautiful
smell, I wonder what it is…” and the smell became stronger and stronger with
each second as if someone was bringing a bottle of perfume over to me and
holding it in front of my nose to smell. I slowly circled the bordered plot to
give myself some composure because this was very unsettling. Again I said “that
is a beautiful smell, but I do not see anyone around, nor are there any flowers
in sight. Is that you Livinia?” At that instant the smell became very powerful,
and in a flash it was gone. I walked around the bordered plot again, and not a
trace of the scent was left.
The hair that was standing on my arms began to
settle, and my spirits were definitely lifted a bit. It was a pleasant
experience, almost the equivalent to complimenting a stranger on their new
boots and seeing how that little compliment brightened their day. Except…
different, obviously.
I ventured further down the hill and felt myself
drawn to this area under a large oak tree. Acorns were falling sporadically,
and after getting hit by a couple on my head and shoulder I made sure to keep
out from under it. Staying on the outskirts of the tree and studying these
tombstones I couldn’t help but to feel very odd. It was as if these tombstones
had been well tended for a time, and then just abandoned. There were still urns
on the graves with plastic flowers in them, but so covered in dirt and grime
you could just barely make out a hint of pink underneath. None of the other
plots had seemed this grim. Me being alone and lacking the self-consciousness
to not speak to myself out loud I said so. “This is an unusual place compared
to the others; it looks gloomy and forgotten…” At this instant I felt the need
to take a picture, so I looked down at my camera to turn it on, and out of
nowhere :::WHACK::: I yelled “OUCH!” and spun 360 degrees to see who had just
thrown a pebble or acorn at my chest. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could feel a
cold. I became confused, and immediately looked up to see if I had wondered
under the tree and into the shade, but I was still a few feet from the farthest
overhanging branch. It would have been impossible for a falling acorn to be the
culprit because I was looking down first of all, my head and hair were blocking
my chest from anything from above, and secondly I wasn’t under the tree, and
third, I had already experienced the falling acorns and they had landed on my
head and shoulder but with nowhere near that amount of force. I’m trying to
work this all out in my mind and searching for a logical explanation, but I
can’t so I say “who’s there!? That really hurt!” and instantly I am shut up. I
start backing away slowly while just a few feet in front of me a milky fog-like
mist about a foot wide and a foot tall starts forming at the same level as my
chest. I lowered the camera to my side, I felt like I was being threatened not
to use it. My hair is standing on end and my heart is racing. With each step I
take backwards the mist inches towards me. Slowly I turn around, while I keep
walking and say “I didn’t mean any harm” and walk quickly back to my car. When
I reached my car I turned back around and it’s warm and sunny and the feeling
is gone, and I can see the mist nowhere in sight. I get in my car and shake my
head, did I just imagine that? NO WAY! Two experiences from two very different
energies in a matter of minutes. IT WAS FASCINATING!!!! I was pumped! Spooked?
Naturally!
I decided I had worn out my welcome, on this part of
the cemetery at least, but I still wanted to pay my respects to the confederate
soldiers. I decided to drive as close to that side of the cemetery I could get
to make a point, that in a way I was leaving what or whoever I had just
bothered alone. I ended up parking at the bottom of a hill that had a walk way
up and over to the hill that leads down to the area for the confederate
soldiers. I made my way down there and took some pictures, read some names and
dates, and paid my respects and talked to some of the tomb stones… You never
know… someone could fancy a little chat.
After a while I headed back up the hill and just as
I get to the top of the hill I looked for my car. I froze instantly because
there was a man standing by my car, but huddled over looking in the passenger
side window. Instinct took over and I took off [no idea what I was actually
planning on doing once I got there], I ran full force all the way back to the
walkway and down to my car, but when I got there… no one was there. Nobody was
there. I turned 360 degrees and even called out “is someone there?” No one
answered and no one was there. The cemetery is in no way secluded, but it is too wide open to not see someone running off or trying to hide. I got in my car, and drove back to the square in
the center of town. I thought everything over. I know what I smelled, what I
felt, and what I saw…twice. Those experiences were very real, and I still get
chills retelling them.
I am disappointed that I didn't catch anything in my pictures, and I would really like to go back to this cemetery at night to
take some, I think that could be very interesting, but I probably will
not go back alone.
Until next time: Happy Hunting, haunting and
Halloween!