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Not only were grave markers of Haven Cemetery upturned, but I (and the family members of the deceased) had seen much more. The newspapers didn't mention it, but the graves showed revolting signs of excavations. As I understand it, the police had ordered the media not to talk about it. I, of course, had discovered it when I went to the cemetery. I saw it first. Even the earth on my long-gone father's resting place had been disturbed, though not completely dug into. I could see - God help me - the remains of the coffins that had been strewn about.
The second time I went to the cemetery, I was allowed to enter only after showing my ID. The deputy apologized to me, as I would have been allowed entrance no matter what due to my position as a pastor in the community. "Rules are rules," I stated, as I told him that no apology was necessary.
Police were still on the scene, and a grave digging service was there, restoring what had been damaged and overthrown. I was shocked to see the disturbed graves and plots. It was worse than when I first discovered the horrible crime. Unlike before, entire (and many more) coffins were above the ground, as though they had been placed there on purpose. Something even more terrible seemed to have happened; I knew not what. I bowed my head and prayed to God that He would address the terrible situation.
Curiously, while the grounds were undergoing repair, there was no blue fog or haze. And no, I never mentioned it to the authorities. I didn't need anyone to think that I was losing my mind (my many doctors covered that task very well).
The third time I went onto the grounds, I sneaked in after hours, at night. The police had withdrawn, and the graveyard company had finished its work. There was no real reason to expect anything else to happen...but I had my suspicions.
I discovered almost immediately that the grave excavations were not haphazard, as I expected them to be. Each and every grave that was fairly recent had been damaged. The grave of a teenage girl who had recently died in an automobile accident was desecrated. Another grave, much older but close to hers had not been touched. I realized that the older graves were not being targeted, but the newer burials were. This truth gave me an idea.
Evidence
I waited several more months, just long enough to renew my contract with Haven Church and long enough for the Haven Cemetery to have new burials - it was a fairly popular resting place for the community. I then bought three trail cameras at a retail store. I attached them to three different cedar trees that were near the graves of my father (Eugene Aghul), uncle (Ronald Porter), and a few others (newly buried) whose names I did not recognize. The grave of one other person (Shelby Fleming) that I had known was also nearby. She had been a beautiful young woman who had, tragically, lost her life in an ATV accident. She had not been buried long.
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