I recently spent 36 hours in Chicago, in and out for an event May 9 at The Book Cellar. I read with Barrie Jean Borich, author of the recent Body Geographic and my former mentor in the Loft Mentorship series.
Barrie mentioned that there seem to be a lot of cemetery enthusiasts in Chicago who might like my book. When she said that, I was reminded of a story I hadn’t thought about for years: the story of Resurrection Mary. They say (I love the “they” in “they say”!) that through the years, a young woman has been spotted at different times walking along Archer Avenue in Justice, just outside of Chicago. She’s dressed as if ready to go to a party. She’s been picked up by drivers several times (or so “they” say) and she always asks to be let out in front of Resurrection Cemetery.
I had totally forgotten about this story. It was one that mesmerized me as a child (if you’ve read my book, then you know of my childhood fascination with the supernatural–Resurrection Mary was part of this, though I don’t mention her by name in my book). It made me wish I had planned more free time on this trip. The next time I’m in Chicago, I definitely am going to Resurrection Cemetery.
Here’s the “Unsolved Mysteries” segment on Resurrection Mary.
I frankly do not have any creepy cemetery stories of my own. Do you? If so, please share!
I’ve never had anything odd happen to me while at a cemtery, aside from stepping in holes, being hissed at by geese and, of course, strange looks from other cemetery patrons as i lie on the ground to try and get a good photo.
However, while visiting a former convent a few months ago, I had an interesting experience.
When I arrived, I met Sister Elizabeth, who was out for her walk. “You’re Beth, I’m Elizabeth, we should get along quite well.”
I had taken photos all over the grounds, their cemetery in particular, and was finishing up on the far side of the convent, itself.
I had my camera up, trying to capture one of the doors.
I had the camera up, concentrating, when I felt a VERY FIRM tap on my right shoulder.
It must be Sister Elizabeth, I thought.
I lowered my camera, turned to the right, NO ONE WAS THERE!
There was no mistaking that I was tapped, I got a shiver.
I finished up and left at that point.
Maybe I had overstayed my welcome?
I love it! That is definitely creepy!