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A few years ago I was often trying to find friends exploring old supposedly haunted places.

One day we found ourselves at the Edistow first Presbyterian church where a girl named Julia Laguerre

was buried in her family mausoleum in 1852.

Passersby reportedly hearing screams coming from the graveyard during the next week but never investigated the cause of it.

15 years later when they opened the door of the mausoleum to enter the next family member who died.

They found her skeleton huddled in the corner beside the door. Streaks of dry blood remained as a monument to her fierce struggle to escape fate.

Well when we got there my friends thought it would be funny to shut the heavy stone door of the mausoleum behind me and leave me overnight.

I was stranded unable to move the stone slab without help. For what seemed like an eternity I struggled in vain just as Julia once had.

Eventually in the complete darkness. I had no choice but to resign myself to the night ahead of me.

I've never been claustrophobic. The stale air had a pressure that made breathing hard.

I felt like an overwhelming sadness was literally pushing down my shoulders.

As times slowly slipped by my initial anger faded into a sense of fear and eventually despair.

Sometime later the scratches began.

They were fainted first. I was sure it was my imagination but they seemed to be louder, clearer as time passed.

It seemed to become more frantic. There was no doubt that something was trying to get in the door or trying to get out.

I'd huddled into one of those corners farthest from the door and covered my ears but nothing could drown out the sounds.

It only lasted for a few minutes but each second was an unbearable eternity.

It grew so distraught that I finally screamed as I thought I did until I realized that the voice was not my own.

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