The Cemetery

I often go to the cemetery in Alberton to take photos. Strangely it is also a peaceful place. Last time I went there was around September 2011. It was in the afternoon, sunny and pretty hot.

When I was driving out, I could distinctly feel what felt like fingers running up my right forearm.  The pressure was hard, as though somebody was pressing as they stroked my arm.

There was no negative feeling or drop in temperature accompanied with this event, but the feeling was as clear as if it were physically happening.