Getting caught for trespassing was the most conventional of their concerns. They had walked half a block to jump across a low section of wall at the back of the cemetery. The chill November night was overcast and they could barely see each other in feeble light from the street light several hundred yards away.

Three teenage girls in the middle of a cemetery. Trying to catch some EVP’s, electronic voice phenomenon. Half hoping to succeed, and more than half scared that they might.

They stopped in the oldest part of the cemetery. Lichen covered the thin grey stone. They started the tape recorder and asked the questions. “Is there anyone here? Can you talk to us?” They asked a half dozen questions.

Judy was anxious to hear if they caught anything on the recorder, so she began to play it back as soon as they were finished.

“Is there anyone here?” Several seconds of silence and then a barely audible “yesss….”

“Can you talk to us?” Again a pause, followed by, “He won’t let me…”

A dark form approached.