by Steve Kamrud

     A meeting at the Lost Cox Children’s monument was a success. We had a good turnout. Scott and Kris both got orb shots and Patty got a pretty strange picture of Kris standing in a big swirl of fog. It is a strange photo because there was no fog anywhere around Kris when Patty snapped the picture!

    After the meeting was over, Don & Linda, and Kris and I weren’t finished ghost hunting yet. So we went out to Kris’s favorite cemetery, The Old Log Church at Schellsburg. When we got there, we were walking amongst the tombstones and snapping pictures, and, of course, I had my tape running. I didn’t catch anything on tape, but Kris got some interesting pictures.

     As we walked down the road past the church, we turned right and walked up to the cannon. The cannon had four flags around it for Memorial Day. One of the flags was waving like it was in a stiff breeze--but the other three weren’t stirring at all! (Since I noticed the flag, I also noticed that there was no breeze at all.)

     Kris snapped two or three pictures of the flag, but didn’t pick up on any anomalies. We thought that it was kind of strange, but turned right again and walked back to the church. Kris and I walked up to the side of the church and Kris held her digital camera up to the window and took a couple of shots, trying to duplicate some other pictures she took a few months ago.

     As we turned the corner to walk around the front of the church, it felt like an icy hand grasping my forearm. The icy fingers were squeezing and releasing my arm until we got to the other side of the church where it suddenly stopped. It put me in mind of how, back in history, a lady would hold on to a gentleman’s arm as he escorted her across the street.

     Now I had what I believe was a ghost touch me on the back of my neck at the “Jean Bonnet” during Patty’s first Bedford County bus tour. Since then I felt like an entity followed me through the U.S. Hotel on the Blair County Bus Tour, and even got a ghostly voice on tape. When the icy hand grasped my forearm at the Schellsburg Cemetery, I had no doubt that it was a ghost. I don’t know who it was, but something was definately holding onto my arm. I’ll just leave you with that to think about...