On Friday, April 23, 2004, Bonnie, Kelly and Sarah went to Warfield
at about 9:30 to get some pictures. They got 7 shots before the
noises started and Kelly dragged Bonnie to the car, telling her
"That's enough!" Two of the 7 photos had orbs on them:

We went back yesterday at 9:00 P.M. and took more photos, if you'd
like to see them, scroll down to the bottom of this page.

Warfield Cemetery - Bull Run, Kentucky, March, April, and May 2003

My daughter Bonnie found this cemetery. She came in all excited, "Mom! Mom!,
there's something that follows you in there, footsteps sound right behind you the
whole time you're in there!"

I didn't put much stock in what she said, Bon's imagination is usually
more vivid than my own. However, after a few days of her insisting I go,
I grabbed the camera and did. I was so glad too, because it's a nice
old cemetery, way up in the hills of Bull Run, KY. The oldest graves I could
make out on the stones, were from the 1700's. It's the oldest one I've
ever been in.

Over time, someone has placed a lot of newer small stones with the names, birthdates,
and deathdates, along with where the person was from in front of the old unreadable
stones. Most said they were born in North Carolina. There are a lot of babies
buried in this graveyard.

I went all the way to the end, then I looked at bon, and sort of scoffing, I
said, "It's really neat, Bon, but I haven't heard any footsteps but for ours."

I turned to head back to the car and no sooner did, then I heard what sounded
like a rush of dry grass rustling behind me. The footsteps moving that dry
grass sounded like something small and aggitated, smaller than a deer, but
much bigger than a good sized dog. At first I thought Bonnie was yankin' my
chain so I turned to growl at her for prankin' around,
but she was right behind me, her eyes as big as eatin' plates.

"Tolja", She said.

Then I got this delicious scared feeling, and asked, "What the hell is that?"

No matter where I looked, the sound came from behind me. I just knew something
was rushing me from behind, and was going to knock me down, but there wasn't a
thing there. I don't know what it was, but we got our butts out of there.

I took my own mom back the following evening.. and yes, the noise did
start again. At first mom insisted the sound was coming from one of the
graves, and then she swore it was coming from outside the fence. Like
the evening before, I couldn't tell where the heck it was coming from - it
just sounded like it was directly behind me and getting closer by the second.

We didn't stay long enough to try to figure out what it
was - it was getting dark and to tell the truth, we weren't sure we really
wanted to know. I'm a firm believer that some mysteries are better left mysteries.

We went back to Warfield on Saturday, April 23, 2004, and took the following photos:

My daughter Sarah, and my sister Lisa were trying out the dowsing rods.

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