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The tension rose in the car as we drove the last 2.5 miles deeper and deeper into the woods up the back, poorly paved narrow roads in Fitchburg, MA. We drove slowly down the dark, dirt, dead end that is Caswell road (not to be confused with Caswell Street.)  When we saw the cemetery on our right, we pulled over and the 3 of us got out of the car.

1381953_10151672958288456_1783007979_nI had asked my son and his best friend to go with me so I could get a few pictures.  The truth is, I didn’t want to go alone.  I had heard rumors, stories about happenings in this cemetery in my own town and I had even been there twice before, once during the day and once at night, but I would never go there alone.

When we all got out of the car, I left the lights on and the emergency hazards.  There were no street lights or any other lights for that matter.  It was pitch black.  After freaking myself out and both guys complaining about the lights and the hazards, I turned them off.

They were much braver than I and walked amongst the gravestones, checking out dates and engravings.  The cemetery was established in 1791 for the veterans and families of the Revolutionary War.  This is why it is called, “The Rev” by locals.  I believe the stone they were looking for was the one they spoke of on the way there that is part of a legend.  They mentioned that if you stood on this grave stone that you would die, although not immediately.  (I couldn’t resist to joke that of course, you would, we all do eventually.)  When I got home to research more about that stone I discovered a website (http://www.strangeusa.com/Viewlocation.aspx?id=4887) that tells the story stating that particular stone had been stolen 4 times and returned 3 times.  It is no longer there, not that they could have found it at night.

According to the site, http://www.theshadowlands.net/places/massachusetts.htm, there have been several deaths there.  It states there was a 20 year old man who was killed and burned on that road and that a girl also died after her car hit a tree on Caswell.  That alone could be enough information to give you the creeps if you are there looking for spirits but the site listed above also speaks of urban legends of animal sacrifice, satanic and sexual rituals, someone being accidentally killed and buried just beyond the cemetery wall and 2 missing teenagers who were left behind at the cemetery but never found.  It is also rumored that soldiers with glowing eyes have been seen leaning against the walls in the area.  Some of these stories still circulate amongst the teens in the area according to my two young men and their friends.

I cannot confirm any of this.  I do feel very anxious when I’m there but I feel that is because it is so dark and eerily quiet.  Most of the people I have spoken to who have been there feel the same way but have never seen anything either.

After requests for pictures I went back today to get some shots.  There are several broken stones as seen below:


The broken pieces were gathered and and placed around a tree.


There was one stone that is slivered and chipped with the ground growing up around it.  The picture next to it is of a new family stone.  This may have replaced the one that had been vandalized.


Here are the rest of the pictures…

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If you go, you be the judge.  Please note that there are signs stating no trespassing after dark.  The neighbors will call the police.

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Missy Bell