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Mickie Whisenant, Pflugerville, Texas, July 2002
The following is a recollection of events that occurred in July of 2002 at
Capital Memorial Parks Cemetery in Pflugerville, Texas; and although the
recollection reads like horror fiction, it was very real to those who
witnessed some form of paranormal activity.
The old, two-story red brick office building still stands at the northern
end of several acres that compose the Capital Memorial Parks cemetery
complex, where business matters, customer services, comfort, and support
were sought as far back as sixty years ago. But now, shrouded in mystery as
tales of the paranormal surround it, it serves only as a storage area for
aged documents and office furniture no longer needed. Not only has progress
and the need for expansion played a great role in the fate of this small
building, but unexplained phenomena has also contributed to the lack of
normal human activity within its walls. Normal human activity ceases upon
entry into this shell of a building, where frequent meetings and research
have become nonexistent as panic stricken employees lose the ability to
reason, forcing them to flee the area in a sudden terrified state of
uncontrollable fear brought on by some unknown force that seems to occupy
the red brick structure.
Surfacing among these cemetery employees are tales of doors locking
mysteriously, hair being pulled, and the image of some spectral entity
imprinted on a front window screen where the shutters have long since become
dislodged from their original positions.
All this piqued my curiosity, so I decided to investigate.
It was a hot day in July 2002 when Regina and I arrived at the old red brick
building on the Capital Memorial Park cemetery complex at approximately 1
PM. The doors to the building remain locked at all times, so in order to get
a feel for the place, we walked around the entirety of the two-story
structure, observing every window, door, and crevice until we were assured
that nothing seemed unusual or out of place. We then decided to leave.
Suddenly another car pulled up; a man got out, unlocked the door to the
building, and went inside. We waited for him to come outside, anxious to
seek permission to enter the red structure. Soon, he emerged from the
building, his arms full of folders and papers, so we asked if we could go
inside and look around. The man agreed, so the three of us entered the
building, a building filled with boxes, file cabinets, old office furniture,
and a musty smell. We examined every room on the lower level, searching for
signs of anything out of the ordinary, and then we proceeded to the stairs
leading to the second level, where Regina sensed an evil presence. So, with
Regina and the gentleman standing at the base of the stairs, I slowly
ascended the stairs alone, alone in my search for evidence of paranormal
activity. Upon my arrival to the second floor, I found a kitchenette and a
couple of small offices where papers were scattered in disarray. As I
entered one abandoned office, it became quite clear that something was
occupying it; for unlike the musty odor of the lower level, this room reeked
of an odor so foul that it must be one of decay. I wasted no time descending
the stairs and telling the other occupants to get out as quickly as
possible; my intuition and fear dictated something amiss in the building.
After the three of us were safely outside with the door securely locked
behind us, Regina pointed out the broken shutter and screen at the front of
the building; imprinted in the screen was what appeared to be the gaunt,
angered face of a ghoul, a ghoul trying to force its way out through the
front window screen. Was the odor in the building and the impression on the
screen a warning to us to stay out? Were we being chased out of the building
by some unseen force? I am not certain what happened, but of one thing I am
certain, I will never set foot in that red brick building again.
