I had a bit of an unusual episode today.

The hubby and I are going to be revamping the look of my website, and we went to Magnolia Cemetery, one of the oldest (if not THE oldest!) cemeteries in Mobile. Many of the graves in Magnolia date back to the 1800s. I wanted to go to this cemetery because there are dozens of beautiful, old statues, and I’d like to include a few black and white photos of these statues on my updated website.

It had been raining when we arrived at the cemetery. Actually, the rain was still falling in a light drizzle. Nick stayed in the car with Jack while I hopped out and began my photo expedition. I took the first picture, and then I heard it…the soft sound of jazz music. I looked around, certain that someone close by was playing a saxophone.

But I didn’t see anyone else in the cemetery.

I figured whoever was playing the sax must just be out of my sight, but I have to confess, I got goosebumps. I finished snapping a few more photos, then decided I’d run back to the car–I wanted Nick to hear the music, too. Just as my hand touched the door handle, the music stopped.

I drove all around that cemetery after that–I couldn’t find any cars, heck, I couldn’t find any other people! Right before I left, I did finally discover a few workers–but they sure weren’t playing any music.

So…what happened? Did I catch one of those psychic echoes I’ve heard about? Did I catch a whiff of something supernatural? I don’t know.

But I was very, very glad to leave that cemetery.

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