Goshen Cemetery
My sister was doing a book report on a local cemetery called Goshen, which was in a little town we grew up in called Eustace. All the local kids would go out there on weekends and come back to school on Monday with spooky stories. This cemetery, which I have been to on many eerie nights, was a very dark and ominous place to visit, the kind of cemetery that had that "scary movie" quality to it. This old cemetery, to me, always looked the same on a cold East Texas night; low-level fog on the graveyard lit by a bright moon.
Through my sister's research, she found some strange stories from some of the old people that lived near Goshen Cemetery. An old woman told her that there is an old Indian's grave there, which was the first in that graveyard. This same older woman said there were stories of suspected witches being hung there long before it was a place of burial. Not to mention other strange stories that have been passed down from generation to generation.
My sister, brave as she was, had never been there before. I personally have been there on many occasions before with fellow high school students. I always felt uneasy going out there on dark, cold, nights. She wanted to go out and see what all the fuss was about, everyone saying it was haunted. So I agreed to take her out there.
It was around 10:30 at night when we got in my car and headed to Goshen. We arrived at the gates of the cemetery around 11:00. It was definitely one of those cold, eerie nights there. The graveyard had that moonlit fog lying on the ground around the tombstones, like it had most of the time. I asked my sister if she wanted to get out of the car and walk around for a little while. She said without hesitation, "No that’s okay, I've seen all I wanted to see."
I started the car and headed back out on the road that leads into Goshen. As we were driving, we crossed a small hill in the road where a culvert passes underneath the road. Just as we crested to top of the culvert, I saw what looked just like a sheet spread out, as you would see a sheet do if you were making a bed, float over the top of the car while we were going down the road. I, for a split-second, thought I was seeing things. But as I looked over to my sister to see if there was confirmation to what I had just witnessed, we at the exact same time said, “Did you see that?"
We were both disturbed by this; I had chills crawling up my spine. I then proceeded to press the gas pedal harder and we left there rather quickly. I have always been a skeptic, but I left my skepticism somewhere on that dark road that night, as did she. To this day we have never been back to Goshen Cemetery.
