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October 31, 2013

This story comes from a friend I went to high school with. I won't say his name as I don't want to get him in any trouble with friends. So unless he gets back to me and says it's okay, he will simply be known as my friend.

This story is a little different. It takes place in the 1970's, which was before the County fenced the cemetery off.

When I went to high school kids used to hang out there, have a drink or two, or even cause a little mischief. One of the heart breaking aspects of Bachelor's Grove Cemetery is that it was so sadly neglected, and so badly vandalized. On my one and only visit there in the '70's, we pulled off Midlothian Turnpike onto that cracked old road running alongside the cemetery and parked along the old gate. There were tomb stones that had been over turned and broken up, and the old scummy pond had crept up to claim some of the graves. There were beer cans and other trash scattered all about. I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sadness just because of the dire state.

Now I want to set the mood of this story by saying it was a 'dark and stormy night.' Truthfully I have no idea whether it was dark and stormy or bright and sunny. What my friend said is that two of his friends used to hang at Bachelor's Grove regularly. One day they decided they wanted a souvenir. Now how cool would it be to own a desk ornament or an ashtray, maybe made out of a real human skull?

The pair took off for Bachelor's Grove. They found a grave in the far southeast corner of the cemetery, and began digging. They got down so far that one actually stood on top of a coffin. It collapsed. The young man's feet sunk deep into water that filled the mucky and slimy box. The pair weren't deterred. They felt around, hoping to come up with something memorable, and eventually latched onto a handle, which they broke loose and brought home. My friend said that he saw photos of it.

The pair went to different schools, so did not have a chance to confer, or to congratulate each other on their conquest. One boy complained of having trouble sleeping at night. If he did fall asleep, he said that he dreamed of being locked in a room with these old people. They looked like they came from the '30's and '40's, and they were dressed to the nines. And they were far from happy. They got up in this boy's face, screaming at him in some unintelligible language. He got to the point where he didn't want to sleep. It was terrifying. After about two weeks of enduring dream after dream, the boys finally met up again. They compared notes. To their surprise they each described the same dream. Could it be paranormal? Maybe, they thought, these people had been buried at Bachelor's Grove, and were dressed so well because they wore the clothing they were buried in.

As soon as possible, the pair returned to Bachelor's Grove, and dug up the same grave. They returned the handle to where they found it, and then reburied the coffin completely. The nightmares stopped.

Asked which grave, my friend said that originally, there was a gravestone there, but it has since disappeared.