15 People Describe Creepiest Graveyard Finds

My best friend and I worked together.worked groundskeepers at a cemetery.As juniors or seniors in high school, we made easy money. They paid five bucks an hour in the late 1970s. We focused on edging, trimming, and keeping graves tidy. We drove around the area in a golf cart with our tools in the back. Rain made the job annoying, and it rained often, but the work paid well.

We removed many dead flowers, empty liquor bottles, and used condoms. A widow left scribbled notes, torn from a reporter's notebook, on her husband's grave; the notes were all unreadable. On children's graves, sodden stuffed animals sometimes ended up muddy.

I saw the creepiest thing: a plastic drink cup and a wet baby doll with nails stuck in its head, burnt as if hit by a blowtorch. I kept the head and hung it from my rearview mirror like a graduation tassel.

The worst thing I saw was the naked corpse of a young woman my age, a student at a nearby high school, left neatly with her arms at her sides one foggy Saturday morning. Her killer strangled her there and punched her several times before she died. Though she was identified fast, her clothes vanished, and the murder went unsolved.

The police grilled my friend and me over several sessions, but we knew nothing. My friend quit a couple of weeks later, but I stayed until I turned 18, when I could work at my uncle's printing plant.

I will never forget the bruises and her open, dead blue eyes.

It is not a 'leave' exactly, but a relative of mine worked in a cemetery.told me this story.:

This is a very old cemetery, several hundred years old. The church next to it existed before the 16th century. Because it is remote, most people back then were buried with wooden crosses. Crosses rot, new people get buried over time. Now, fewer people live in the countryside, so that cemetery is growing over—a sad sight for such a pretty place.

Someone tended to a relative's grave and expanded the area around it. The person disliked grass; they wanted a level ground with rake lines, like a zen garden. They removed the grass and tidied the spot with a rake, pulling white hair from the ground. They panicked and left, leaving my relative, the cemetery attendant, to find the hair coming from the earth. She told the church, and they supposedly reburied the body.

I am not even sure how a body could be that close to the surface.

For years in my hometown, there has beenA fetus in a jar was left at a grave site.This has been here since I was a kid. If it is a fetus, it does not look like one. Townspeople tell people it is one, so they do not touch it.

I saw a live chicken.Someone shackled a live chicken to a headstone.A Live Chicken.

I.worked at a cemetery one summer.As a grounds keeper, I saw something strange at first: an open flip cell phone.

Looking closer at the tombstone, I saw it belonged to the deceased. She died in her late teens or early twenties.

That serves as a sad reminder to me. Even though I was around her when she passed, I am not invincible. People forget that, especially when they are younger.

I have never worked at a cemetery, but I oncetagged along with a friendwho did something a while back.

He and I walked the whole site and spotted something pink and feathery hanging from a statue above a grave. Walking over, we saw it was a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs with matching panties dangling from a statue. We both laughed, but we never knew why someone displayed those items on a loved one's public grave. We thought it was their way of showing respect, or maybe someone was having raunchy cemetery sex at night.

My best friend's father gave me a blanket.works as a grounds keeper for a cemetery.He told us he saw a little kid leave a blanket on someone's grave (probably his father's). The mother and kid were alone. He heard the kid say, "He might be cold."

I am not a cemetery worker, but I found candles and glass beads in a circle around them on my father's and a couple of other people's graves. I did not know if they meant some sort of ritual, but I quickly threw them away.

I worked as a grounds keeper.I worked over the spring and summerfor my father-in-law, a grave-digger his whole life. Most of it is just balloons and fake flowers (I hate fake flowers).

I saw toys, unopened bottles, spare change, packs of unopened MTG cards, cigarettes, and more. One person hid a golf ball and a golf tee under three inches of weeds that I cut with my weed eater. That was nice.

On the grave of a cat lady buried with one of her cats, her family left a food dish there, which they would fill for weeks. Wildlife is already a big problem in cemeteries, and now someone is feeding them.

I worked at a neighboring cemetery helping my grandfather cut the grass.I went for walks there because it was near my house.During one walk, I found someone murdered and dumped in the bushes.

I worked at a Jewish cemetery during university, so...it was common for people to leave things on graves.The weirdest thing happened after someone ate McDonald's at a grave; they left a breakfast sandwich on the gravestone. People realize someone must go get it.

Though I was not a cemetery worker, I wasactive in paranormal investigating/ghost hunting.Walk-throughs of cemeteries revealed finds. One grave site held glass beads used for decoration and small toys resembling Happy Meal prizes. I recall "Wizard of Oz" toys and figures from Mulan.Mulan.Also found a small ring of stones, no marker, nothing, containing a couple of tennis balls.

In the past, tradition stated the first body buried in a cemetery ground should be a dog or another animal to "keep guard" while human souls moved on.

My family and Ivolunteered at a cemetery.We helped care for graves, edged stones, and similar tasks. A recently buried man, who owned a hobby shop, had his family place a train set around his tombstone. Each train compartment held a small token or item he liked. A handheld poker game, a scratch-off ticket, a beer can, a deck of cards, and other random trinkets were there. Watching the train circle with these small pieces seemed funny.

One of our company's maintenance contractswas an old cemetery..

Though I visited a couple of times, one thing stood out. A plain granite brick, misaligned with any head or footstone, fell from a wheelbarrow during retaining wall construction. No one touched it. For decades, people passed this brick, assuming it belonged to a grave, so it sank into the earth.

I did not move it.

Gregory Pacheo's monument on Palomar Mountain outside San Diego contains several unopened beers, many keys (house and car), unopened junk mail (not the deceased's), Hot Wheels, sunglasses, flatware, a handicapped parking pass (not the decedent's), a miniature sewing machine, pliers, a set of andirons, and many other miscellaneous objects.