[lm6y]

I don't know if this qualifies as a "ghost" story or not, but here goes:

My fiance and I started doing my Family Tree (yes, it branches!) a few years ago. We were stumped past my Great Grandfather. We knew his Father and Mother were buried in a cemetery near the one where my G-Grandfather was buried according to family legend, but there were no records of the deaths, or the burials. The caretaker of the cemetery flat told us that he had been the caretaker for 40 years, and he replaced his father in that job, and they weren't buried there.

One day were at the grave of my Great Grandfather, and my fiance started talking to his headstone. If you have done genealogy, you know how frustrating a dead end can be. She told him that she was glad that he was laughing at us from heaven, and he was one hell of a practical joker, and that the joke had gone on too long. She wanted to know where his parents were buried! She was getting Pissed!

We then drove to the other cemetery, and just parked the car and walked around. I was drawn to an old section of the cemetery with no markers. This area is about an acre. While I was walking in that area, something made me stop dead in my tracks. I can't explain it, but it was just a "gut" feeling. I started probing around with my knife, and found My Great-Great -Grandfather's headstone buried about a foot beneath the soil. He was buried in 1879. I immediately walked what would have been 2 rows east, and two graves north, and did the same thing with my knife, and found my Great-Great-Grandmother's stone buried in the same way. She was buried in 1874. None of us living had ever seen the stones before, and one distant cousin was pushing 100 years old at that time.

We went back to the other cemetery, and my fiance thanked my Great Grandfather for his help. The following monday we went back to the courthouse to look for my Great-Great-Grandfather's death certificate again. When the clerk took the book from the shelf with the dates we had given her, His death certificate fell out of the book, onto the floor! She hadn't even opened the book.

We had walked that cemetery at least 50 times before, and had looked at the book of death records at least 10 times.

I'm glad I had that kind of experience, instead of the ones you guys are telling!