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Originally Posted by schizophrenicroom
ooh, a mormon cemetary. that's neat. my parents were mormon missionaries and married in the salt lake church. in st. augustine (nation's oldest city!) there's this old hugenot cemetary right on the side of the road. it's supposed to be haunted as all get out, and i really believe it is. there's different ghost tours the city offers at night for dirt cheap, and stopping there when it's so dark is creepy. there's this smaller cemetary a few blocks down from there that scares me. the worst though, is this creepy old drugstore right near the small cemetary. the back half of it is a little tourist store, but they've kept the drugstore part. there's these years-old bottles of things like sugar of lead. it's again, supposed to be haunted. as soon as you go in there's this headstone of an old indian chief. my memory's fuzzy, but i'm pretty sure he was dug up by grave robbers or something, and was moved there. my "lame tourist guide to st. augustine" aside, i've always wanted to sneak into the local cemetary. it's gigantic.
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That's so awesome. I used to fucking love that stuff. I remember me and a couple friends used to be real into ghosts and shit and go to scary places and bring cameras and stuff. Occasionally we'd pick up odd patterns or faces, obviously dirt of dust or whatever, like on mirrors and stuff, and it would scare the shit out of us. Then our school went on a "fieldtrip" to the Dreamcenter, which is like a homeless shelter type organization in downtown L.A. that they built out of an old abandoned hospital. Very little was changed in the sleeping areas so it still looked run-down in places, and we would go out at night and take pictures in the halls and stuff. Lots of fun.