Wynn Cemetery

From: Dave Alexander (DNA375@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Webster Co. Kentucky
Source: Form Submission

There's a place called Wynn Cemetary far into the woods of a very small town in Webster Co. Kentucky which is my home county. It's best known to be a getaway place for young teenagers to go party or to make out just out of reach of most cops. Though ghost stories where told about the cemetary, most of our friends seemed to ignore the whole concept. For years I had visited the cemetary and each time I would feel a presence, sometimes stronger than others, but it wasn't until last summer when the feelings became proof.

It was the mid summer around 10 PM and I had gotten together with my brother and two other friends. We had nothing better to do than to head up to old Wynn Cemetary to look around. When we arrived, I pulled the car up facing the cemetary and the iron gate so we could over look all the head stones. I had felt a presence as soon as we had parked, but I kept that to myself, knowing how the two in the back seat would react. After about ten minutes, I senced the most horrible presence and before our eyes a black spot on the ground formed. I wasn't quite sure at first if anyone else in the car could see it so I looked to the back seat and that's when everyone started screaming. I quickly looked back toward the spot and saw a black figure somewhat humanly in the same place. It was about seven feet tall or so and it began to move toward the car. I was scared to the point where I couldn't react for a moment.

Everyone was screaming "go go go", but I was to afraid to take my eyes off the black figure. As it approached the car and started it's way around to the door, I slammed the car in reverse and left. Being the ghost hunter I am, I have visited the cemetary several more times, but with little experiences other than the faint laughing and voices of children.

Recently, my brother told me he had gone out to the cemetary one night this past December with two friends. As he was out there, it began to snow. Not worried about the snow they remained parked and inside the car. About thiry minutes later my brother stepped out of the car to smoke a cigarette and noticed foot prints all around the car on the freshly fallen snow. They followed the foot prints back into the cemetary. Once they realized what where they had come from, they quickly left. We haven't visited the cemetary since then, but I would like to go back. For any other information or I you are from that area, please contact me.