Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Pet Cemetery

Last night was creepy. I went to the pet cemetery in Hamilton, NJ. The place is called Pet Meadow, and It is definitely haunted!

I had planned a trip to the pet cemetery that evening, and decided to call my sister. My sister lives near the pet cemetery, so I asked her if she wanted to go with me to take some pictures. She said "that's weird, I was just there taking some pictures." We both started to laugh, because we knew it was weird. This was not the first time strange things happened like this to my sister and I. She stayed home, but we did agree, it was a sign for me to go to the cemetery.
My friend Bob finally arrived, and off to the pet cemetery we went. On the way to the cemetery, I felt that feeling I usually get. Something inside told me something was going to happen. I'm glad I had the chance to go, because we had a lot of experiences that evening.
On arrival we got readings immediately from the EMF reader. The EMF reader was spiking to around 3. I got a lot of voices on the P-SB7. We literally just walked up to the cemetery, and we were getting a lot of activity. we kept seeing things out of the corner of our eyes, that made it even more creepy. Black shadows everywhere. The pet cemetery was a good choice for that evening.
As we walk through the cemetery, I started getting a lot of readings from confused animals. It was about a half an hour into our ghost hunting, when I heard a bark come from the P-SB7. I have to tell you, I didn't expect that to happen, but it did happen. I was so angry at myself for not getting that on video. You never know when something is going to come through from the other side. Next time, remind me not to stop taping.
As I stood in the middle of the graveyard, I felt something brush up against my leg. I jumped, of course, I didn't see anything, but I did feel those goose-bumps again. The EMF reader started going crazy. It was right against me, I could feel it leaning on me. I couldn't tell of it was a dog or a cat, because it didn't reveal itself to me. After a couple of seconds, it just disappeared. I couldn't believe we had gotten all of this activity at the pet cemetery. I stood in awe at all of the feelings I had. I felt sadness, and I wanted to help all of them.
As I made it to the back of the cemetery, I came upon a gravesite I had visited a couple of years back. I had a friend who was a police officer, with the Trenton Police Department. His police dogs are at rest in the pet cemetery. He had taken me to the pet cemetery a couple of times to visit. He put up a monument to them. I always thought about them, because I had met a couple of his police dogs before they had died. It was sad, because he loved his dogs more then life itself. I decided to visit them while I was in the cemetery. An interesting thing happened. I had turned around to go when Bob said "whoa", again the EMF went crazy. I could feel a spirit around me. It only lasted for 30 seconds, and it was gone.
We had decided to take more pictures before leaving. I don't know what it was, but the hair on the my neck stood up. Something was not quite right. At that point I had decided to leave. I don't like getting those kinds of feelings. It wasn't the spirit of an animal, it felt like a man standing behind me. It kind of freaked me out, but before I left I prayed for the animals to find peace, and asked them to go to the light. I hope they did.
Our pets hold an attachment to us during the animals life, but it can still hold an attachment after death. When they pass, it's a good idea to help them, just as we do for friends or family. Animals have souls just like any other living thing. We are apart of a living universe, and the spirit of God resides in all of it. Please don't forget about your pets. Tell them it's OK to cross over to the other side. Death can be confusing to animals too, not just humans. The pets in the pet cemetery are confused, and looking for their owners, hoping one day they will return for them.
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