Haunted Nunica Cemetery
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I stopped by Nunica Cemetery today for the first time. I have driven by a million times and use to live right down the road but never stopped until today. I have been in a lot of cemeteries and none of them have had the feel that this one does. I drove in and the very first tombstone name I saw was Bond. Not knowing anything about the cemetery, I learned who Mr. Joel Bond was when I got home. In some spots, I could feel nothing but anger, especially by the front of the shed. I went to the back of the cemetery and got out of my car. I was being watched the whole time. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to see who wanted to talk. I said, “I am listening. What do you want to say?” I heard back, “LEAVE!” I laughed and said back, “That’s not gonna happen.” Then in that deep voice again, I heard, “Come back after dark,” and I just said, “Ok.”
As I got back into my car and started down the dirt road again, I looked over and saw one of my beloved Hospice patients. I slammed on my brakes and had the most urgent feeling to run to him. I had him in my life for over a year. I laid at his grave and cried like a baby. Then I felt like he was telling me they needed some help in there. I watched over him and made sure he was safe and happy before I would leave him. Now he needs my help again. I have NO idea what they will say, but I know I have to go back. Cemeteries are full of invisible people who have a story to tell. The question is will you listen to them and respect them? If you say “No,” then you will get their wrath. – Tammy
Hi again…I went back last night and brought an Angel with me that I blessed and talked to the spirits at Nunica. I apologized for people being stupid and destroying their property. As I spoke, I couldn’t hold back my emotion. I started to ball my eyes out. I left the Angel with my Hospice Angel. As I was driving out it was the most peaceful I had felt there. As I talked, the wind picked up and you couldn’t hear the highway anymore. (I would hate the highway too!) I have been in a lot of cemeteries but none like this one. I am going back to pick up sticks and see who wants to talk. I will keep you posted and you are more than welcome to share my story. I just want to help in any way I can. – Tammy
**All cemeteries should be entered with respect. Leave them like you found them. Don’t liter, don’t vandalize anything or so help me, 10,000 demons will strike you down. If the cemetery has hours posted, respect that or find out how to get permission to be in after hours. Many times a simple phone call to the right person will grant access into a cemetery after it’s closed. If you can’t get access, enjoy the cemetery during open hours. I am a firm believer that spirits don’t just come out at night. I think it’s just “ghost hunters” who only come out at night. Respect nearby private property and don’t trespass where you do not belong.