The Sand Hill Cemetery has the unfortunate reputation of being haunted.
In fact, there is no doubt that the location near Caryville, Wisconsin, isolated on a dirt road leading to the edge of a rural bluff, is indeed scary. But, is it haunted? As the narrator of Ancient Aliens always proclaims...some say yes.
We were picnicking on the bucolic Chippewa River State Trail in May, when an older gentleman appeared out of nowhere, with a camera in hand. After discussing the historic value of the site where we were eating lunch, (click here for more on that) he regaled us with ghost stories surrounding the nearby Sand Hill Cemetery. He warned us that a demon named Blackie resided there, growling at all comers. He said once, back in the day, he witnessed a circle of dark figures wearing black swirling cloaks, surrounding the grave of Baby, performing some kind of unnerving ritual. And some say, they've seen children roaming the grounds, attempting to converse with visitors. Except, they might not really be children at all. Well, not anymore. Gulp. So what did we do after hearing these mysterious tales?
We finished eating and biking, of course, then headed straight for the cemetery...
The grave of Baby.
This stone is slowly being masticated by the ravenous earth.
The penny stones.
It really does seem like a lonely and forgotten place.
If you look into the distance, you can see that this small, scattered cemetery sits on a ridge. The isolation is off putting. After hearing tales of hauntings, my pulse raced as we approached the site in our vehicle. Luckily, it was during the day, because some say, the headlights of a ghostly vehicle will trail you at night and then mysteriously vanish. I wondered if we too, would experience an assault on our car, as others have claimed. After parking, I shakily exited the car with my camera. Meanwhile, my husband was too freaked out to take any photos with his phone. None.
I walked to the edge of the tombstones and just stood there. I wondered if I would be accosted with a negative energy. To be honest. I didn't feel anything. I only felt a gentle breeze stir over the ridge line. I only heard the rustle of pine branches. But, that being said, I didn't like it when my husband abandoned me to go wait in the car. I, on the other hand, felt compelled to finish my illicit photo safari.
I don't know what significance placing a penny on grave stones possesses. But, it must mean something to someone.
On our way out, we noticed blood red tags on this sign. I don't know what the red tag signifies either. But I assume it is some kind of warning. Unfortunately, we most likely didn't heed it. Gulp.
When we got home, I asked my husband why he wouldn't take any photos. And more importantly, why he abandoned me to wait in the car. Jerk.
He said he didn't want any spirits attaching to him like an unwanted tick. I've always wondered...
if we came home alone.
For more on the Sand Hill Cemetery and Caryville, Wisconsin, just google it. If you dare...
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