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Valencian7
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Hi Everyone,
I believe this is a debate that has existed for centuries, even before the scientific and technological advancements of humanity. I have personally always found that the existence of ghosts was impossible because of our research in both physics and neuroscience, however, although the research and models that we use might be useful, they are not perfect and thus leave room for the “impossible”. I still, however, resist the existences of these apparitions and paranormal occurrences as they have never happened to me. Everyone in my family has had at least one supernatural experience where they have stated seeing something out of the ordinary, whether it be some apparition or the feeling of something out there (family, old acquaintances, ect.) I want to highlight that this is a Catholic home and our family history has always been Roman Catholic, and yet, this belief has existed for generations. I have still not bought this, however, I had an occurrence that I am also hoping that someone here can shed some non-bias and resourceful light on. I apologize in advance for the lengthiness of this story.
Curiosity killed the cat. In my case, curiosity has been asking an overload of questions due to the cluster that my mind is in. I live in the Chicagoland area. One of the biggest Halloween sites to see around here is in the Southwest suburbs, Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery in Bremen, IL. It is very close to where I live, and I always heard people talk about it. However, since I never bought into what I thought was nonsense and peoples’ inabilities to control their state of mind and/or their lack of faith in God, I always ignored these claims. It wasn’t until I met a person at a Starbucks that works for the Cook County Forest Preserve that I wanted to read more into the history of Chicagoland and eventually falling into the history of Bachelor’s Grove. It is said to be the most haunted cemetery in the US due to all the regrettable occurrences throughout its history (murders, vandalism/desecration, seances, urban legends). I found the history very intriguing, as I am a history junkie. Thus, I decided that I would visit this site.
Last Friday, my little brother and I went for a drive, and we decided to go find where this cemetery was located. The cemetery is located within a forest, and in order to visit, some have to park their vehicles in the parking lot across the street in Rubio Forest. It was a gloomy, cloudy, misty late afternoon. We entered the parking lot which only had two vehicles parked inside. I parked two carspaces away from a parked vehicle that had a lady and her dog sitting inside. The lady seemed quite strange; she seemed as if she was dully looking into nothingness, staring through some trees in Rubio Forest. I went out of my car to throw some garbage way at a trash can nearby. I noticed that all of her tires were flat. In my mind, I figured, “Bad day. Maybe she is waiting for someone to help her.” Then I noticed that her dog did see my little brother and me, but didn’t bark at us. The dog seemed very distressed - its ears perked up, its tail up but not wagging, while the dog distressfully would look around. My brother and I looked at each other and just decided to go home. We both that that was kind of strange, and that I was simply just an ugly day for exploration.
Saturday came, and my little brother and sister mentioned Bachelor’s Grove to me again. We went along with two of my sis’s friends. We arrived to the parking lot, where we found a good number of vehicles parked, and noticed people crossing Midlothian Turnpike to go into Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery. We went ahead and entered Bachelor’s Grove. I must admit, it was a creepy-looking place and the history behind it doesn’t help it much. We first visited the fenced cemetery, the pond (also with historic references) adjacent to it, and the forest outside of it. We went along the trail outside the fenced cemetery as everyone else was, among friends and family, doing exploration of the historic site. The forest is pretty deep, and you can hit a dead end at any time. We made our way to this camp ground that seemed pretty odd. It had logs laid out around it, and I noticed ashes in the middle of the ground. My little sister pointed out the pagan drawings on some of the trees. It clicked to me that it was an area of seances. So in my mind, I’m thinking, “Oh great, the ground where all the creepos hang out. Fantastic…” A couple of groups made it to where we were as well, but decided to turn it back around as they didn’t seem much pathway further to keep looking around. I was still curious to see what else was around all this forest. We walked around as we were beginning to get ourselves beaten up by thorn bushes. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. At one moment, I noticed some significant space just beyond these thorn bushes. I looked through the bushes and just saw a small half-acre of land surrounded by some trees, nothing but weeds. Seemed normal to me. We headed back to the cemetery and out of the forest.
I believe this is a debate that has existed for centuries, even before the scientific and technological advancements of humanity. I have personally always found that the existence of ghosts was impossible because of our research in both physics and neuroscience, however, although the research and models that we use might be useful, they are not perfect and thus leave room for the “impossible”. I still, however, resist the existences of these apparitions and paranormal occurrences as they have never happened to me. Everyone in my family has had at least one supernatural experience where they have stated seeing something out of the ordinary, whether it be some apparition or the feeling of something out there (family, old acquaintances, ect.) I want to highlight that this is a Catholic home and our family history has always been Roman Catholic, and yet, this belief has existed for generations. I have still not bought this, however, I had an occurrence that I am also hoping that someone here can shed some non-bias and resourceful light on. I apologize in advance for the lengthiness of this story.
Curiosity killed the cat. In my case, curiosity has been asking an overload of questions due to the cluster that my mind is in. I live in the Chicagoland area. One of the biggest Halloween sites to see around here is in the Southwest suburbs, Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery in Bremen, IL. It is very close to where I live, and I always heard people talk about it. However, since I never bought into what I thought was nonsense and peoples’ inabilities to control their state of mind and/or their lack of faith in God, I always ignored these claims. It wasn’t until I met a person at a Starbucks that works for the Cook County Forest Preserve that I wanted to read more into the history of Chicagoland and eventually falling into the history of Bachelor’s Grove. It is said to be the most haunted cemetery in the US due to all the regrettable occurrences throughout its history (murders, vandalism/desecration, seances, urban legends). I found the history very intriguing, as I am a history junkie. Thus, I decided that I would visit this site.
Last Friday, my little brother and I went for a drive, and we decided to go find where this cemetery was located. The cemetery is located within a forest, and in order to visit, some have to park their vehicles in the parking lot across the street in Rubio Forest. It was a gloomy, cloudy, misty late afternoon. We entered the parking lot which only had two vehicles parked inside. I parked two carspaces away from a parked vehicle that had a lady and her dog sitting inside. The lady seemed quite strange; she seemed as if she was dully looking into nothingness, staring through some trees in Rubio Forest. I went out of my car to throw some garbage way at a trash can nearby. I noticed that all of her tires were flat. In my mind, I figured, “Bad day. Maybe she is waiting for someone to help her.” Then I noticed that her dog did see my little brother and me, but didn’t bark at us. The dog seemed very distressed - its ears perked up, its tail up but not wagging, while the dog distressfully would look around. My brother and I looked at each other and just decided to go home. We both that that was kind of strange, and that I was simply just an ugly day for exploration.
Saturday came, and my little brother and sister mentioned Bachelor’s Grove to me again. We went along with two of my sis’s friends. We arrived to the parking lot, where we found a good number of vehicles parked, and noticed people crossing Midlothian Turnpike to go into Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery. We went ahead and entered Bachelor’s Grove. I must admit, it was a creepy-looking place and the history behind it doesn’t help it much. We first visited the fenced cemetery, the pond (also with historic references) adjacent to it, and the forest outside of it. We went along the trail outside the fenced cemetery as everyone else was, among friends and family, doing exploration of the historic site. The forest is pretty deep, and you can hit a dead end at any time. We made our way to this camp ground that seemed pretty odd. It had logs laid out around it, and I noticed ashes in the middle of the ground. My little sister pointed out the pagan drawings on some of the trees. It clicked to me that it was an area of seances. So in my mind, I’m thinking, “Oh great, the ground where all the creepos hang out. Fantastic…” A couple of groups made it to where we were as well, but decided to turn it back around as they didn’t seem much pathway further to keep looking around. I was still curious to see what else was around all this forest. We walked around as we were beginning to get ourselves beaten up by thorn bushes. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. At one moment, I noticed some significant space just beyond these thorn bushes. I looked through the bushes and just saw a small half-acre of land surrounded by some trees, nothing but weeds. Seemed normal to me. We headed back to the cemetery and out of the forest.