Is the draw back to Gilson Rd Cemetery due to it’s reputation for paranormal activities? Could it be that it’s simply a quiet peaceful place worth popping in on every now and then? You decide. I already have my answer.
We begin with the grave of Walter Gilson. A child’s grave just like so many sen in cemeteries. This grave however had a hole that few could agree on how it formed. Was it a bullet hole from the Indian wars? This was not the oddest part about the grave today. As we approached, shadows of Steven King’s It pranced through our brains as a red ball rolled on the hill. We placed it back where we believe it came from, little Walter’s grave. Never before had we seen such a display of toys and mementos, at least not here before. I wonder who had been visiting. Apparently, Walter likes Barbies.
Visitors had also left remembrances for other babies and at least one adult. I also wonder if it were not a respect thing, but maybe a magical thing, leaving offerings to the spirits in exchange for services. One can never know for sure without being there at the time.
As we leave you, we have a mystery that maybe you can solve. Anyone know what this solar “thing” might be for? It was not connected to anything and I didn’t see a light under it. Just wondering. Until Next time, Gilson. What surprises will be in store for us then?
End Cemetery in Wilton NH if you believe everything you see on the internet. Odd how only the “investigators” are the only ones reporting these occurrences while the locals seem barely aware. They have heard the stories of poor Mary Ritter Spaulding whose grave is home to some strange blue lights, but other stories I’ve seen, they know nothing about. The only blue lady we saw today was a wildcrafting woman who often roams the cemetery but couldn’t find any mushrooms on this occasion. Local authorities monitor the site well (due to trespassing intruders at night, go figure) and none have reported seeing anything odd.
cemetery set on a hill near a bright blue pond that you can glimpse through the trees at one end. The back road leading there is narrow and if another car approaches one has to move over a bit to make room, taking care as the car brushes against the bushes on the side of the road. The earliest stone I saw was 1769 and the only sad thing I noticed was a center area where there seemed to be a lot of children’s graves.
