#222 | It Happened In The Graveyard: Cemetery Ghost Stories

They say the night belongs to the living, but once you step through that iron gate, you’ll see that’s not always the case. You can feel it right away—the shift in the air, heavier, colder, as though each breath you take weighs more than the last. Shadows cling tighter here, casting themselves in shapes that flicker at the edge of vision, shapes that make your heart stammer and your hands itch to reach for the safety of daylight. It’s not just the creak of ancient trees or the rustle of leaves that have fallen like discarded memories; it’s the sensation that eyes you cannot see are watching you.

Those souls may have found rest, but who’s to say what lies beneath that stillness? Some say the dead grow lonely, waiting endlessly in the dark, their whispers weaving into the breeze, ready to brush against anyone who dares to wander too close. Join us as we dive into true paranormal experiences from the graveyard..

We'll see you on the inside..