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Show meray an ; WASATCH COUNTY COURIER Getober. 12,1999 grave front It is just two of us, me and my photographer. Someone suggests that we look at all the graveyards, see if there are other illuminated spirits. We have no idea what we are getting into. But it’s window, not moving, except to nod occasionally to the music on his radio. I.tap on his window. He doesn’t hear me. | knock on his window. He > doesn’t hear me. | pound on his window. He nods to the music. I put my ear up | i decide to find it for ourselves. nr ‘the truck next to ours stares out his haven't found it. We stop at a 7-Eleven. for directions and get none. The man in - the scene. We stay on the periphery of és graveyard, taking pictures of one particularly spooky looking grave surrounded small fence, more of a cage, sign of a glowing grave. oF looking for the Lake Creek Cemetery, but, not being familiar with the area, we 7:00 pm It’s a simple project. We under- stand that there is a tombstone that glows somewhere in Wasatch County, either in Charleston or Midway, but no one knows for sure where it is. We oy Croasmun, Courier Staff rrr rid A true encounter by Jean County’ S infamous glowing by a Ad No r . “Wonder what he did, ” says my photographer, pointing ment. I shrug. to the caged monu| A small, a pickup truck pulls into the cemetery and speeds towards our car. | We go to Charleston. try to open the door to turn on the 7:32 pm I’m enticed by fe location of - Z lights but the car is locked. | the cemetery in Charleston-upper cemeOur first stop is the Heber City — ‘Bice, says my soon tery old, lower cemetery new; we choose Cemetery. We get out of the car and. the old cemetery. Not much to look to. “Stop detaning the dead,” I say. I find walk around. Towards the center of the look at, geographically, but there are the key and open the door, turning on cemetery, there is more foliage, better some cool old headstones: I think it the lights to our car only seconds. before for picture taking. It’s dark. We need to nearly “inevitable impact with the red use our flash and a flashlight. I trip over - smells aay. truck. The truck screeches to a halt. A a crumbled headstone and stub my toe. “Like rain or like dead people” 2asks my cloud of dust forms behind him and filphotographer. It starts to precipitate, lightly. There is ters through the mist covering the no moon. | catch a glimpse out of the “T don’t Enow.” I say. Sande Aine The pickup truck backs up. corner of my eye, something moving to We leave. my left. I try to focus, but all I see are | We take our time exiting the car. My photographer trips over a grave and three tall, white monuments a few rows 7:43 pm The next part of a a is drops a roll of film. back, enshrouded by trees. My photograeerie, so eerie that I’m almost afraid to pher says it’s just my contacts. tell what happens. We’re heading south — “Damned eraveyard,” he says, unsure on 189, past Deer Creek. There is no _ whether or not to look for the film: can~ We take our pictures, shining our flash- moon, but the lake reflects light. There lights on the ground so as to step care-_ ister. are no cars, but I find it difficult to see. fully around any recently interred bodThe radio has.a short in it which is caus- I look at him, shocked that he would ies. The rain falls harder and the wind ing it to fade in and out.| turn it off and even consider damning the dead when starts to blow, maybe even howl. We listen to me’ and my- photographer he’s in their house. The flashlight flickquickly get in the car and drive away. ers and goes out. I pull a Bic lighter out ™ | breathe short;: shallow: breaths: : We're. Wasatch County. Unless the infamous good-ole-boy network or the kids at the car wash are involved, we can handle it. 7:26’ pm We've spent fifteen minutes - against his window but | hear nothing. of my pocket and spark it. It’s light blurs scared. We're going to roe f Could. this be the infamous Glowing Grave? Signs ee at every corner lead ; us to the cemetery. Tombstones, flat and white, like the ones that read R.I. P. in Scoobie Doo point our direction. “They’ re all looking | at 4S; tell my photographer. 8:02 pm We sit in Be car, too scared to | BLURRED continued. on page 24 Specit! Thonks & Live ENtertaiNMeNt of Heber ol TOWN Friday & Saturday | (October 29 N 30° Ss 00-1: 00 pM Visit Our Location ON The aveunel SMith’s ¢ Begr Creek ¢ Old TOWN Craft Mail MUNChIG MGNSION + Hearth & Soil Art OF the Egrth + OM Town Boutique Brendue's Bear CR CREEK COUNTRY KITCHENS iN Room URIER COUNTY Wasatch JUR 5 SconceIER News - Sicmeea a #0 the Following © Begr creck | wwe Righy SMith’s Don Edvords Andersen LuMber Wasdtch High Scheel Building CONSTTUCTION Cigss Freemont woodverd | | , The search for Wasatch ; oy The Blurred Bic Project — |