As part of a new recurring series I'd like to do on paranormal and supernatural investigations, here's a very brief report of our trip to the Highland City Cemetery.
We'd heard vague reports (watch out for that link; it likes to try to redirect you) of whispering souls in the graveyard. Apparently there's a rock chair in the cemetery, and if you sit there you can listen to the trees and the souls of the dead. Well, that sounded pretty cool, so as part of our Valentine's Day date, Sarah and I explored the snowy cemetery for about half an hour.
Problem: everything was dark and covered in like two feet of snow. There were plenty of stone benches, and it was plenty creepy enough, especially with the sound of tinkling snow made every time we took a step—but we couldn't find any rock chair. It was super cold, even though we were bundled up, so it's not like we had the luxury of really exploring the whole place. We wandered around, jumped at shadows (okay, that was just me), read sonnets in the gazebo (which was kind of sweet, somehow), and then packed up and headed home.
We'll have to go back sometime in the day and see if we can find the rock chair, because if it's anything like what I've read about The Devil's Chair, then I really want to sit in it at night.
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