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   Turok  |  April 3, 2015 at 8:19 pm

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   Pictures or it didn’t happen.

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   Zachariak  |  October 10, 2015 at 11:17 am

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   I hear that.

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     Steve Simpson  |  August 26, 2019 at 10:28 pm

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     We were there in the mid 90’s. Back then, the cemetery was open. I have 3 daughters. Back then the ages from oldest to youngest were 13, 11, and 8. We had just dropped off our middle daughter at a friends stables located in the Decatur area. Instead of driving all the way back to Arlington, then coming back to pick her up after her day of horseback riding, we decided to tour the back country area. As we drove down a dusty road, off to the side one of my daughters noticed the sign to Bethel Cemetery. She pleaded for me to stop, so she could have a look around. Thinking this in and of itself was macabre, I reluctantly agreed. She told me she had learned in history class about the people who had pioneered the area, and wanted to check out the ages of the head stones, and maybe take some etchings to share with her class. As we went in, we saw some pretty interesting markers. “Born 1827. Died 1840 of rheumatic fever” A child just a bit younger than my eldest daughter at the time. Being curious, my daughter wanted to know why the girl died at such a young age, from an illness that was otherwise curable. I explained back then medical science hadn’t made the breakthroughs with antibiotics, and the like. Plus the lifestyle was different. Folks didn’t live very long back then I said. Most had to work hard to survive. The hard-life caused many to die young. As we walked along, the markers reinforced my testimony. The oldest of which dated back to the 18th century, “Died 1798,” it faintly read. Then I noticed my youngest daughter had wandered off just a bit. Still within view, we walked up to where she appeared to be playing with a doll, and taking to someone who wasn’t there, A relatively new grave under a beautiful post oak told the tale. The person interred there was no more than 7 years old! Many remembrances and toys had been left around the gravesite, some hanging from the limbs of the oak tree. My daughter was playing with one of them. As I walked up to her, I gently put my arm around her, and told her to put the doll back. To my shock and dismay, she looked up at me and said, “Daddy, that’s why I came over here. I saw a girl my age playing, and she called me over to play. When you came up, I was looking at you. When I turned back around, she was gone.” Hearing that, I hastily looked at my watch, and told everyone it was time to head back. I played it off, like any loving dad would do. I challenged everyone to a race back to the car. The winner would get an ice cream of their choice back at the DQ! I gave everyone a head start. As I began to run, I heard a small voice behind me say, “I like Sundays with lots of nuts and sprinkles!” Needless to say, even with a 30 yard head start, I ran past my family like they were standing still. With everyone in the car, I didn’t look back at Bethel Cemetery, or speak for that matter. I was never so happy to see a DQ sign in my life!

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   Rick  |  February 19, 2016 at 1:57 pm

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   Looks fine to me and I see no ‘strange markings’ on this newborn’s gravestone. Pretty good exposure on the photo also.

   

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   Morgan  |  August 15, 2017 at 5:29 am

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   Unfortunately, the gates are locked and the cemetery is inaccessible to the public. We were disappointed when we discovered this and did not see or sense anything from outside the gates.

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     MetalGoddess  |  August 27, 2017 at 4:21 pm

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     That sucks. I’m photographing old cemeteries around the area for a photographic history kind of thing and thought this cemetery sounded interesting.

     

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   Hex  |  October 6, 2018 at 10:51 am

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   This cemetery was a bust. It’s literally in a cul de sac and when we went there, we saw a very annoyed lady fixing her garden right next to the cemetery. The only thing that scared us with that place was her butt in the air as she picked out weeds.

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   Ashley V  |  June 25, 2020 at 10:34 pm

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   I grew up in this town 1990-2008. My parents still own a home there. When I was young I stayed at a friends house directly next door to one of the culdisac cemeteries. It’s very closely located to coppell middle school east. There’s many of them throughout the town within subdivisions. I walked down stairs to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. And was chased back up the stairs by a man in a suit, and old suit a 3 piece suit with no jacket, Pocket watch chain. Ear length white thick hair and a zombie clear face, no eyes. I’ll never forget the fear. Needless to say, I never stayed at that house again. That was only my first encounter. I’ve had many, into my teen years until I moved away. I’m in my 30s now, when I visit I still can’t walk around my parents house without turning on every light as I go at night. This whole town is haunted. Do some research at the number of sudden teenage deaths in this town. The numbers are staggering. I lost so many friends, even a boyfriend before the age of 18. There IS SOMETHING terrible in this town. I just dont know anyone who’s done the investigations that I truly think need to happen.

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   mike trantham  |  July 20, 2022 at 1:23 pm

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   Got a weird feeling taking the photo, I did have a hard time getting the broken gravestone to look right. Most all headstones are now missing. I do sense a presence of disturbed peace other than other cemeteries I photograph.