| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
I'll be the first to admit, when you look at the church out in Fauquier County, it looks like a quaint country church.
Built back before the civil war, Grace Episcopal Church is a stone and stucco structure out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by forest and fields. It has two graveyards with it, one to the side and one around back butting up to the forest. The only way to it is down a dusty, windy dirt road. At night, it is dark. And when I say dark, I mean darker than a well digger's behind. Pitch black comes to mind.
During the Civil War, Grace Episcopal, since it stood (at the time) on a major thoroughfare, was used as a military hospital and surgical area. People died there naturally. It was gruesome, from what I understand.
My story actually concerns my fifth visit to the Church (and my next-to-last, I might add). My boyfriend, Shawn, (now husband) and I had decided to go out there after I had told him about it and how it was supposedly haunted. I had told him that some odd things had happened to me there before, but nothing really all that creepy. He was curious and so we went with his stepfather, Walt, joining us.
I drove up to the church and parked in the front between two large oak trees. We walked through the gate of the picket fence and proceeded to look around. I had never had a creepy feeling there before, but tonight just 'felt' different, for some reason.
