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Cindy Sheehan and her sister, Dede Miller, are involved in the paranormal community....

http://www.sgvpr.org/ghoststories.php

THE RED-HEADED CEMETARY PEOPLE

My name is Cindy Sheehan, I have had a lot of "un-explained phenomena" occur around me....I don't have a lot of time right now so I will spin you one of my shorter ones.

From 1981-1993 my family and I lived on Domart Ave. in Norwalk. (the house was also very haunted, but we will get to the house in subsequent months). The homes directly across the street from ours have an old Jewish cemetary right behind them. I used to walk by the cemetary every day when my husband came home from work at about 4:30 p.m.

I had just started out on my walk on that day when I saw something terrifying in the cemetary. I had my headphones cranked up to in-human levels as was my custom. I was about 1/4 of the way past the cemetary when I heard my name being called out loud and clear through my headphones. Almost like my name was being said over the headphones. "Cindeee..................Cindeee.......... " I looked over in the graveyard and their were three beautiful people kneeling by a headstone. (You have to understand that this cemetary is surrounded by chainlink with barbed wire and is always locked tightly up due to vandalism).

There were two young women and one young man..........all with bright, flaming red hair. They were dressed in contemporary clothing and the women had long, stunning red hair. They were all looking at me and smiling in very sunny smiles, but their eyes were not smiling. They were beckoning me to come and join them at the grave. I heard "Cindee.....come hereeeee."

I gave my head a quick shake and started to walk faster. When they got up and started to walk towards me is when I started to run. For me, most of the time, it's not what I am seeing, but the feeling I get from the vision. The feeling I got then was that I had better run as fast as I could away from there. I will never know what would have happened if I accepted their invitation..............but I have a feeling I don't want to know either.

I walked past that cemetary hundreds of times after that......even sometimes in the dark......and nothing like that ever happened again. One As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We became one generation.

As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people. We are: One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people We are The Power of One. Lets not wait for another tragedy such as 9/11 to remind us of this fact.