The road to Gilson Road Cemetery winds through residential and rural sections of southern Nashua, New Hampshire. It seemed familiar and straightforward that night, since Alan, Jane and I had been there earlier in the day.
We parked our cars off the road, at the north end of the cemetery. I was amazed at how dark it was without streetlights on that moonless night. It was about a half mile to the nearest house, and few cars travel that road at night.
(This was before the subdivision, Tanglewood Estates, was built across the street from Gilson Road Cemetery.)
It was about 9:30 when we got out of our cars. Two cars, six people.
There was a gate at the southern end of Gilson Road Cemetery, but a low stone wall sat nearer to our cars. It seemed silly to stumble in the dark to the gate when could just climb over the wall and enter the cemetery that way.
We were barely over the wall when I heard Alan inhale sharply. He paused for a few moments, and then dashed into the cemetery as if chasing a runaway puppy. I shook my head over this, and slid the lens cover off one of my two cameras.
I began taking photos at the north end of the cemetery. Nancy disappeared into the murky darkness, running her hands over the headstones as she walked. A few minutes later, I saw her camera flash at the southern end of the cemetery. I remember smiling, because I knew Nancy had found something that interested her.
My son, James, was with Alice and Jane. Alice seemed nervous. Jane was not quite as boisterous as she’d been earlier in the day. Perhaps it was because every hole and fallen branch in the cemetery seemed to find her as she stumbled in the dark.
“Payback,” I sighed to myself, remembering her earlier jokes. Nobody else was stumbling as Jane was.
Jane led the others towards Alan, in the center of the cemetery. Once my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I could see the outlines of my companions, and sometimes their pale faces would catch what little light there was.
I continued to take photos, knowing that ghost photography is often a matter of numbers: If you take 100 photos in a good, old cemetery, you’ll probably have at least one or two “anomaly” photos in the group. It almost doesn’t matter what you photograph. If you take enough pictures, some of them will have anomalies.
We were at Gilson Road Cemetery for about 20 minutes when James approached me quietly. He said, “I think we should be heading home soon. Alan looks like he’s going to be sick.”
I walked over to Alan. He didn’t look right. In the darkness, it was impossible to tell whether he was pale or rosy-cheeked, but his expression looked pained.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied. “Well, sort of…” His expression made it clear that he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
i find your information very intriguing. How would a simple common folk like me be able to ghost hunt like you guys do? I have always been interested in it and I personally believe that i have some spirits and ghosts lingering around me in the 2 houses i have lived in within the past 2 years. what could i do to see if there is anything there. i used to have a broken down t.v. in my room upstairs and like everynight i was upstairs trying to sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around the room and stopped at the t.v.. i couldnt move my head any farther. all of a sudden this white ghostly figure was moving across the t.v. screen. and it was walking across my room. It was a tall man and white clothes but thats all i seen that night. When i finally fell asleep i had a dream about a man with black hair and white clothes and his skin color was white. He had a little girl with him ans she had a white blue and yellow sunflower dress on. She was playing in the yard and twirling around like little do all the time. there was a house behind that looked like exactly like mine but with a white or off white siding. and as i looked around there was a white picket fence. i woke up scared because of what i seen in the t.v. screen the night before. for the next couple days i kept feeling a presence in the house and it would seem to follow me everywhere. even in the bathroom. needless to say i tried to stay places where someone else was. about a week after the dream and the t.v. incident i started seeing a man in my house. he always followed me and when i would go to sit in a chair he would manage to appear there first, so i would always move to another spot. it was almost like i could start to hear his thoughts after a few days of me seeing him. i got really scared and talked to someone about this bc things became a little bit worse. everytime i would try up my stairs i would get a sinking feeling in my stomach and my chest would start to pound very hard and very fast. I took my ex sister in law up w me one day and there was no presence of anything that i could tell. when i went to go to sleep that night, i could feel something watching me. i was only upstairs for a few minutes when i had heard something calling my name. i hollared downstairs and said are you calling me? my ex sister in law said no. i said is someone outside? she said no not that i know of and she went to check and noone was there. i thought hmmm very odd but whatever. i started to get ready to go to bed again. and i heard it again.. I got up and got a flashlight and went around the corner outside of my door and it was coming from the next room diaganol from my room. i started to walk across the floor it was creaking which was weird bc it had never done that. i took 4 steps and heard something walking towards me. I flipped out dropped the flash light and ran down the stairs. i talked to someone about these events and they said leave a bible open to i believe it was psalms and everything would b ok. well i did it and it seemed to work for awhile, but stuff started appearing again and i would hear weird noises so i eventually moved out of the house. my relatives still own the house so i try to visit them but not nearly as often as i used to.