Sebastian Keese, a strange and eccentric man, is a cemetery prowler. Something about cemeteries drew him to walk the grounds of many. He liked the quiet peaceful atmosphere during the days. But his favorite time was during the night, when restless souls wandered the land. He lives in New England, where some of the oldest graveyards in the US could be found, and most of them are haunted.
Sebastian had been interested in the history of cemeteries since he was a kid, but he never thought he would become a cemetery prowler. Now that he was retired he visited at least one cemetery each day, reading inscriptions on tombstones and copying them in his tattered notebook. Then he would go home and begin research on the graveyard and the people who had been buried there. He often found some very interesting information and, if the date was in the last century or earlier, he would write a book based on that departed person’s name and inscription. Several books he wrote became best sellers, which encouraged him to explore and write more books. He had become obsessed with the idea and spent more and more time wandering cemeteries at night. He wanted some real paranormal activities to write about.
He finally found a cemetery where some spirit happenings attracted his attention. One such haunting drastically changed his life forever.
Cemetery Prowler Meets Lady in a Bustled Dress
Sebastian preferred to visit the cemeteries on nights when the moon was full. He had almost lost hope that he would see a ghost, but the cemetery he now traversed was supposed to be very haunted, with many sightings of apparitions reported. So far, after several visits, he had not seen any. On this night he felt different with a sense of something about to happen, so he walked slower than normal. Then he saw a movement to his left.
When he turned there was nothing there. Must have been a shadow from tree branches moving in the wind, he thought. “Joshua, please come home,” a soft voice came from behind him. He spun around and saw a dim image of a woman. As he stared, the image became more clear, then so vivid it looked solid. It was a lady in a bustled dress with a dark collar, cuffs, and gloves. She had a small dark hat tilted to the right and covering part of her forehead. A few small feathers adorned the left side and curled up over the hat. She was holding a small bag or pouch in her left hand. The woman was looking straight at him. Softly he asked, “May I help you, Miss?” She held out her right hand and said, “Come home, Joshua.” Then she faded away.
Sebastian stood where he was for several minutes, watching, waiting for her to come back, but she did not appear again. He felt an overwhelming sense of loss. He took a flashlight out of his pocket and searched nearby for any tombstone that might have the name Joshua on it. It did not take long to find it and the name was Joshua Keser. Sebastian was shocked. The name Keser was a very early spelling of his own surname of Keese. He had done enough research to know that much. He jotted down the inscription on Joshua’s tombstone and wrote down the ones on three others. One was Elsebeth Keser, wife of Joshua and the other two were Joshua’s parents. Waiting around for a little over an hour, Sebastian went home to sleep, but sleep did not come easy, for the woman was so strong on his mind, as was the inscription on Joshua’s headstone, which read: “Joshua W. Keser, Beloved Son of Joshua P. Keser and Margot K. Keser, Beloved Husband of Elsebeth J. Keser, 1802 – ?. Remains Never Found.” Sebastian felt chills covering his body.
Sebastian would do a more thorough research on Keser family tomorrow to see if he could find any connections to Joshua Keser. Little did he know that he would find more than he wanted to.
This story continues in Ancestral Research on Keser Family
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