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ESPARTO - We met Patty Zloczewski at the Capay Cemetery. It was early evening and there was no reason to be scared. The sun was setting and the mourning doves were calling.
But the shadows were growing long.
?Ghosts are real,? Patty said as we slowly made our way to the back of the cemetery grounds, away from the entrance and the little-traveled county road.
We passed gravesites and tombstones that marked the resting places of pioneer settlers: Durst, Monroe, Roth.
?When I was growing up I felt things and saw things,? she said. ?I was scared of the dark because I always saw things I didn't want to see.?
We walked by a lonely tombstone with two words and date on it: ?Baby Barr 1906.?
Patty, 46, began taking digital photographs in different cemeteries about four years ago. It's not easy taking pictures in cemeteries, she said, because the energy is drained from the camera batteries.
?By ghosts??
?Yes,? she said. ?By the ghosts.?
We kept walking to the back of the cemetery.
?There are things we should believe in that we don't,? she said. ?People should be more open-minded.?
Salonites, Cranston, Alvarez.
Perhaps to prove that ghosts exists, Patty published a book of her photographs called ?Ghost.?
She carried some photos with her.
?See, this one is really sad - it's a World War II guy walking with his head down. You can tell by his helmet.?
If you look carefully, you can pick out a shape in the grainy color photo that looks like a soldier.
?And here, this is a little girl,? Patty said, holding out another photo.
?People die tragic deaths and they don't want to cross over,? she said. ?Ghosts also come to their own funerals. They want to see who comes to the service.?
After a few minutes we found ourselves in the back corner of the cemetery. The wind picked up, moving the branches in the dark trees above.
Rominger, Jensen, Duncan.
?OK, this part of the cemetery gives me the shivers. I wear a cross all the time,? she said, fingering the gold pendant hanging from her necklace.
Some of the grave sites were festooned with photographs, plastic flowers, unopened bottles of beer and toys.
Instead of looking cozy, the graves looked like the victims of a macabre makeover.
?Ghosts need help,? she said. ?They need helping crossing over to the other side. I tell them: ?Go to the light.' ?
But once, in this very part of the graveyard, Patty and her two teenage sons had a terrifying experience. Something, some kind of a creature, lunged out of the dark and swept by them, pushing Patty in the back.
?The smell was terrible,? she said. They ran to their car, shaken.
?There's something back there,? she said, looking around anxiously. ?It gives me an unsettled, unwelcome feeling.?
Although not yet completely dark, the moon was up. It was growing chilly.
?Let's go,? she said. ?Ghosts are real.?
But the shadows were growing long.
?Ghosts are real,? Patty said as we slowly made our way to the back of the cemetery grounds, away from the entrance and the little-traveled county road.
We passed gravesites and tombstones that marked the resting places of pioneer settlers: Durst, Monroe, Roth.
?When I was growing up I felt things and saw things,? she said. ?I was scared of the dark because I always saw things I didn't want to see.?
We walked by a lonely tombstone with two words and date on it: ?Baby Barr 1906.?
Patty, 46, began taking digital photographs in different cemeteries about four years ago. It's not easy taking pictures in cemeteries, she said, because the energy is drained from the camera batteries.
?By ghosts??
?Yes,? she said. ?By the ghosts.?
We kept walking to the back of the cemetery.
?There are things we should believe in that we don't,? she said. ?People should be more open-minded.?
Salonites, Cranston, Alvarez.
Perhaps to prove that ghosts exists, Patty published a book of her photographs called ?Ghost.?
She carried some photos with her.
?See, this one is really sad - it's a World War II guy walking with his head down. You can tell by his helmet.?
If you look carefully, you can pick out a shape in the grainy color photo that looks like a soldier.
?And here, this is a little girl,? Patty said, holding out another photo.
?People die tragic deaths and they don't want to cross over,? she said. ?Ghosts also come to their own funerals. They want to see who comes to the service.?
After a few minutes we found ourselves in the back corner of the cemetery. The wind picked up, moving the branches in the dark trees above.
Rominger, Jensen, Duncan.
?OK, this part of the cemetery gives me the shivers. I wear a cross all the time,? she said, fingering the gold pendant hanging from her necklace.
Some of the grave sites were festooned with photographs, plastic flowers, unopened bottles of beer and toys.
Instead of looking cozy, the graves looked like the victims of a macabre makeover.
?Ghosts need help,? she said. ?They need helping crossing over to the other side. I tell them: ?Go to the light.' ?
But once, in this very part of the graveyard, Patty and her two teenage sons had a terrifying experience. Something, some kind of a creature, lunged out of the dark and swept by them, pushing Patty in the back.
?The smell was terrible,? she said. They ran to their car, shaken.
?There's something back there,? she said, looking around anxiously. ?It gives me an unsettled, unwelcome feeling.?
Although not yet completely dark, the moon was up. It was growing chilly.
?Let's go,? she said. ?Ghosts are real.?
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We would love to see photos from the cemetery.