Little Lake Cemetery, Willits, CA - February 19, 2009

Little Lake Cemetery is a very old, very small cemetery in the very old, very small town of Willits in northern California. David and I were in Willits under the worst of circumstances, and I was hoping for a glimpse, an orb, any acknowledgement whatsoever, from a dear family member who had recently left us.

The chapel where the service had taken place had revealed a few small, quiet, baby orbs. If orbs are more than just empty energy, if they are actual spirits of those who have left, can older spirits produce brigher, larger orbs than newer spirits?

That evening, we decided to find the small cemetery, but had not planned on a search of any kind, thusly, had only cameras with us. A fast stop to our favorite local hardware store supplied flashlights, and we were off. Our instructions were to seek a tiny sign, and sure enough, it was a small sign, handwritten on a piece of white plywood. We missed it the first time we drove by.

Parking the car in the first and most obvious location, we ventured out to take photos. After several were taken, and no apparent orbs were about, I remembered to try 'calling' them. I think that was a mistake.

I was immediately surrounding by a highly uncomfortable, almost menacing feeling. My first impulse was to instantly spin around and look behind me, but that became the need to continue turning, around and around. The sensation that someone was about, around me, and very unhappy was quite overwhelming. David was taking pictures in another area, came over to me and we agreed quickly, with very little discussion, it was time to go. We compared notes later. He had felt the same malevolent mood I had, the same unhappy sensations, that we were most unwelcome and that we should leave. Now.

So far, we have not encountered a single solitary visit to a cemetery that did not reveal orbs, but this was the case this trip. Not one orb, in any way, shape or form, was caught on either of our cameras that normally produce a heavy assortment of orbs, or dust. No dust?

The history of the cemetery is rich. There was a shoot out between the Hatfields and McCoys (Coates and Frosts) on October 16, 1867. At least Abraham, William, Henry, Joseph Coates and Elishah Frost met their doom that day. Looks like the Frosts were better shots than the Coates. In either case, would they have been unhappy buried next to each other? Major  L. E. Kenworthy of the Confederacy, was buried north to south because he cared for the wounded on both sides of the civil war, then became a justice of the peace in Willits. You can track deadly childhood diseases by the markers of children. There seems to be some unease here, or, simply the need to be left alone and not disturbed by the living?

The scenery is exquisite, I can't imagine a better resting place for my brother-in-law, David, who, as my sister, his wife said, now gets to really meet everyone he has researched and 'met' over the years in his favorite, local cemetery.