An eyewitness account: my Grandmother told me that the souls of the recently buried walking through the cemetery

An eyewitness account of the mystical events (Author, place and date not specified):

As we were visiting friends living in the countryside. Near their house is a cemetery. The day was nice, Sunny, and, more admiring the blooming irises in the yard of the owners, I decided to take a picture. Already at home, considering the, he saw something strange. In the right corner of the picture I saw a small cloud. Don't know what it was, but a friend we went to visit, says that he and his relatives and friends often see such a cloud. And he believes that it is the souls of dead people so "walk".

A friend told me that one evening late, returning from work. His way lay past the cemetery. Tired and hungry (I want to note - and sober!), he was walking home. When he approached the cemetery, I saw ahead a dark male silhouette. It seemed that the stranger is not, and floating above the ground - so smoothly he was moving. Other was scary, though he is not easily frightened. He stopped and hesitated to go further. At this point, his cellphone rang. Friend talked with his wife, raised his eyes - and the road is empty. There is no one. He crossed himself and quickly ran home.

There told my wife, but she didn't believe him. And I believe the other because in my life there was a similar story associated with the graveyard mysticism.

Once my daughter decided to visit the graves of relatives. First went to the grave of my grandfather and grandmother. All around is thickly overgrown with grass, and I began to weed it. Daughter first helped me and then sat down to rest on the bench. And then I corner of my eye noticed that a number of us someone is buried. The crowd, quiet weeping. All this happened about fifteen minutes, then people began to disperse on the bus, and soon one of them left. But then I noticed that near a fresh grave stands and looks around the man in the dark jacket. For some reason I remember his face, but did not attach it to the behavior of special values. You never know, maybe he decided to stay alone and mourn for the dead. When I looked again there the men were gone.

"Apparently, I left," I decided, though the man was gone, as a sudden.

My daughter and I continued to clean the graves. Then he sat down on a bench to eat and remember our loved ones. And then the daughter asks me if I had seen a strange man at the grave.

Says: - it is Unclear what he was doing there. And suddenly disappeared, like, disappeared! What the hell?

Exchanging glances, my daughter decided to look at the fresh grave, Packed up and moved to her. Around the grave was filled with flowers, wreaths from relatives and friends. From the fresh cross stood the photograph of the dead man. From the picture looked smiling man in a dark suit. Exactly the one I saw when I was putting in the grave family! We felt bad and we put on his grave cookies with candy, quickly left.

I don't think it was a hallucination, because the daughter also noticed it. I think we've seen the soul of the deceased. At the time my grandmother told me that the soul of a recently buried man wanders through the cemetery, there is not going to bring new dead. I always thought that it was just fiction. So, maybe grandma was right?

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