There was at Auburn an old, abandoned cemetery. It was nearly in the heart of the town, yet by night it was as gruesome a place as the most dismal of human moods could crave. The railings about the plots were prostrate, decayed, or altogether gone. Many of the graves were sunken, from others grew sturdy pines, whose roots had committed unspeakable sin.
Ambrose Bierce
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Monday, August 15, 2011
The Realm Of The Unreal
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This reminded me of the Twilight Zone episode where, after a nasty storm, a bitter old widow begins receiving anonymous phonecalls from a faint voice saying "Where are you? I want to talk to you." In the final minutes of the episode, she's taken to visit her husband's grave. She finds that the storm had knocked over a phone line tower overlooking the cemetery, and the wire is resting on his grave.
http://www.hark.com/clips/pyycywjkxf-where-are-you-i-want-to-talk-to-you
I watched this one night in the third grade. Didn't get to sleep for a while.
That's a great shot....
I remember that episode. Haven't thought of it in years.
Woah. That photo seriously caught my attention! I've never seen anything like that in real life. That Twilight Zone episode sounds good and scary!
That's a Richard Matheson episode, heh heh.
Also, that is a disturbing shot. botaniconecrophagia?
I was looking for scary shots and this one takes the cake. Just another example of how the earth reclaims when we humans let it. Just a fascination of mine. I'd love to see more pics of this cemetery.
Absolutely love this shot. Wondering if I could recreate it in my yard this year....hmmm.
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