Operation Ghost Hunting
by DarkNinja1994 on Comments
My mom got me a digital camera for Christmas so I could go ghost hunting when we went to Gettysburg this summer. OK, well not so much ghost hunting as taking pictures of them. It's just easier to say hunting. I told Zach and Nathaniel (my little cuz and his buddy) and they think it's pretty cool. Anyway, on Saturday, I was forced against my will to go to my grandparents' 50th anniversary, that was held in their church. And where there's a church, there's a graveyard!!!!! ANd I just happened to have my camera on hand. (I was supposed to be taking pictures of the party :roll: ) So I stuck it out being bored with Zach and Nathaniel and some rude little boy named Christian until around 7:00. The family had to stay late, so at this point it was only me, my parents, Zach, his parents and sisters, Aunt Issie, Mimi and Pappy, and Pappy's sister and her husband. So I snuck out to the graveyard. (It was FREEZING at this point, but I'm devoted to my work) I learned from watching some show about ghost photographing that you have to take three quick pictures of the same spot, because what might be there one second might be gone the next. So that's what I did. The only interesting I took pictures of was when it was almost 8:00 and the sky was an array of orange and red and yellow setting over the tombstones. It was gorgeous. And I also got a neato pic of a lone grave arch. But as for ghosts, I didn't get a single thing. I even stood in the middle of the graveyard for like 5 minutes blabbering on about how I wasn't there to hurt them and I would leave once I got one measly little pic. So either ghosts don't like me, or I'm doing something wrong. U looked through the camera, and by the time we left, I had nearly 60 pics of gravestones. Nothing more.