Cemetery Descriptive Writing

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

One time me and my family and friends were going ghost hunting at grave yards. We had went to a couple already nothing had happened that was scary at any of them yet so we were starting getting bored. So we decided to go to one more and there was something about it like something wanted us gone you could feel pressure on your chest nobody would even get out of the car so we left. About a week or so later one night we decided to go back and we went there and got out and everything and surprisingly it was just normal. So we went to another grave yard for a bit figuring it could only happen like that when its later the other grave yard had nothing it made us feel nothing so we came back hoping for something like week ago because it was

Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.

The graves of many famous people are at Arlington Nationel Cemetary. It did not start out that way. In 1861, a Confederate General and his wife owned the house and the land. That General was Robert E. Lee. His house was across the river from Washington, D.C. The Union Army took over the land at the start of the Civil War. Union soldiers that were killed in the war was buried near the house. These soldiers were poor. Their families could not pay for them to be buried. Arlington was called a "potter's field." A potters field is a place where poor or unknown people are buried. After the war, something odd started to happen. Union officers asked to be buried at Arlington. They wanted to be near those men who had been in the war with them. Americans

‘Regardless of their social position, the characters in Burial Rites feel powerless.’ Do you agree?

City of Miami Cemetery which is located in Miami, state Florida, considered as the city’s oldest cemetery. This historical place located in the address: 1800 NE 2nd Ave

Woodlawn Cemetery is one of the biggest cemeteries in New York City and it's located in Woodlawn Heights. The special thing about this place is that it has the character of a rural cemetery. Woodlawn Cemetery was built during the Civil War and many great personalities in the American arts such as Herman Melville, and musicians Irving Berlin, Miles Davis, etc.

Cemeteries intrigue me, and Oakland is no exception to this interest. After years of constant bypassing the cemetery in route to school, I first decided to visit around September of my junior year, and explored the entire cemetery for the next two days. I was immediately infatuated, and have returned 5 more times since then. Throughout my tour I was able to view the beautiful statues, weathered graves, and memorial that held a surplus of information about the social statuses of these individuals, their struggles, and ancestry.

When first arriving to the Graceland Cemetery and Crematorium, west of Lake Michigan and Lake Shore Drive, you notice that the Graceland Cemetery is in the shape of a pentagon. Afterwards, you arrive at the entrance to be greeted by two monumental, red granite brick pillars. You are also greeted by an ornamental cast iron gate. The pillars and the gate are connected to brick walls that surround the cemetery. When staring at the entrance I notice how old and historic it looks, but I also notice that some of the walls look a little different than others. This is due to the walls actually being made from different materials. The western, southern, and northern walls were all made of red bricks, but the southern and northern walls were also composed

Now if the dead are buried far away from their homes, graves are decorated with the idea that the dead return their first and then to their how with livens. Mexicans visit graveyards, decorate the graves in their best forms and spend time there, in the presence of their departed friends, family members and lovesome. In some villages, they lay flower petals as paths, candles and offerings along the path leading from the cemetery to their homes. The spirits will be able to find their way. In some communities, it is expected to spend the whole night in the cemetery, and people throw a party of it, having a picnic supper, playing music, talking and drinking through the night. Gatherings are often held during the yearly event, it can involve the

1923, amid all the fighting over oil and a place for a mausoleum, a new "model" cemetery was established with an entrance off Cherry Avenue at 1500 E. San Antonio Drive. It really wasn't a "new" cemetery, since it incorporated the earlier Palm Cemetery, donated by Jotham Bixby. Long Beach, rich with oil money, was the largest city in California without a mausoleum. Now, in order to "cool down" tempers, building of the mausoleum continued. A new design, drawn up by Cecil E. Bryan Inc., Chicago engineers, was selected. The new structure which would contain 3000 crypts, with family rooms priced as high as $50,000. A brochure from the time states:

The cemetery sits atop a hill above Grover’s Corners. The graves are chairs with the deceased sitting in them. The dead begin to lose interest in the living and life once they have been gone for a while. The main focus after death in the future and what comes next.

The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.

The fear I held as a child that my body would become a vessel for other souls to enter was intensified. This was my first impression of my first time in a cemetery and I was not off to a good start. As I grabbed a map to find my way around, I began to dread the walk through the cemetery and having to see all the lives lost, especially those who lost their lives before they even really began. However, to my surprise, as I made my way through the graveyard this feeling of sadness slipped away. The sun began to shine through the clouds of gray and illuminated both the cemetery and my mood. I was delighted to notice that many of the tombstones I encountered read that these lives that were lost were not taken too soon. Most of the people had lived over eighty years and were buried next to fellow family members who also lived just as long. It was nice to see that many people were laid to rest next to family so they wouldn’t have to enter the next life

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.