Undoubtedly, a cemetery is one of those places where people who come feel uncomfortable and their mood changes. It is important to respect yourself and treat it with great care. Usually they come here on the designated day or anniversary of the death of relatives of loved ones. Sometimes it happens that people visit on other days, for example, because they work that day, they can visit this place only in the evening. Many of us follow superstitions and come to the cemetery only in the morning.
Explanation of superstition:
At the moment, there is no 100% explanation with reliable facts why you need to do this. But there are many superstitions about cemeteries and dead bodies besides this one. They don’t come here at night, and kids are scared of dead people, adults who act according to it don’t change their attitude towards the sign.
Most of us understand that a parallel world exists. Therefore, a cemetery at night causes panic and horror in many of us. This all comes from childhood, when our parents frightened us as small children with the cemetery at night, with evil spirits and the dead, therefore, even as an adult, a person feels discomfort and increases his pace when passing through the cemetery in the dark.
Sometimes those people who do not believe in vampires and ghosts, restless souls understand that the cemetery is a deserted place on the outskirts and can serve as a gathering place for the homeless, asocial elements, or ordinary outcasts.
Even an ordinary night watchman of a cemetery passing by is a serious reason for fear for a person walking through it at night. For these reasons, you should not visit the cemetery at night.
It is always believed that the deceased wait to visit their relatives only in the morning. There is simply no confirmation of such a superstition, and the clergy confirm it. At the moment, most people visit the cemetery in the afternoon after work.
Lay people say prayers at the time of day that is convenient for them; the Lord hears all prayers, regardless of what time they are said. In the same way, the souls of the dead are outside of time and human space, which is why they absolutely do not care what time of day their loved one will visit.
One of the reasons why you should not visit a cemetery around lunchtime arises from the length of your stay at the cemetery. That is, when loved ones come to remember deceased relatives, they are obliged to pray for the deceased person. If there is a priest nearby, you can perform a funeral service. If there is no one, then you should pray according to the church book. According to Christian traditions, only after this can the grave be cleaned.
These two processes take a lot of time, so if you come to the cemetery after lunch, you can linger there for a long time. People come here in the afternoon because at this time there are fewer people, a minimum of fuss, and there are no queues to light a candle for the repose in the church near the cemetery.
Church opinion
If you ask any clergyman for his opinion on whether it is possible to visit a cemetery at lunchtime, his answer will be that of course it is possible. If you are in doubt whether you should visit the cemetery not in the morning, but at lunchtime, you can consult additionally at the church. At its core, when to go and how long to stay here depends only on the time you need to clean the grave, remember your relatives and pray. It all depends on the duration of the visit.
If you plan to simply clean the grave, you can come after lunch. And if you need to visit a large number of graves, pray, remember, clean, then it is best to visit this place in the morning.
It is possible (in principle), but not necessary. In any case, for a normal person this is nonsense
If a person is sick and has some kind of mental disorders and abnormalities, he must be shown to a doctor, because the person himself is unlikely to know about his illness.
What’s the point? As far as I know, it’s dangerous to go to the cemetery not only at night but also during the day unnecessarily, there are a lot of homeless people. I once read that one girl was raped in the cemetery. I read further and it turns out that she was walking through the cemetery at 2 o'clock in the morning. What could you do there at such a time? Therefore, I was not surprised that someone raped her there.
If you have the courage, then you can. Although if I had to, then one of the free places in the morning would be mine, out of fear) The place is terrible - the energy there is bad, dead. The church and magicians generally say that you can go to the cemetery, whenever you want, only the first year after death, and then only on certain days or for a specific purpose. And what purpose can there be at night, if nothing is visible. Vandalism, perhaps. So why do it? There is no need to disturb the dead, let them rest in peace .
You can walk, but for what purpose? And the gates to the cemeteries are closed at night. Getting through the loophole is not a problem.
Normal people come to the cemetery to look after the graves of their relatives. And in the dark you can’t see anything. Then why?
I once watched a program with Kashpirovaki, who said that he suffered from a phobia of fear of a cemetery at night. Then most people have this phobia too. But Kashpirovsky decided to overcome his phobia and went to the cemetery at night.
In general, at this time of day, besides the cemetery employees themselves, you can only meet goths, Satanists, psychos and homeless people. Is the company good?
There are many jokes and horror films where someone walks home through a cemetery at night. But this is stb, which has nothing to do with reality.
A man walks through a cemetery at night. He sees...an incomprehensible blue spot is visible in the distance. Approaching, approaching:
Man, why don't you say hello?
Aaaand who are you?
I'm a blue schmuck.
Man, why don't you say hello?
And who are you?
I'm a green schmuck.
Hello, gray schmuck!
So, citizen, let's go...
A girl walks home from work at night through a cemetery... She walks, trembling like an aspen leaf. Suddenly a quite intelligent man approaches her. Offers to carry it out. Along the way, he turns out to be an interesting conversationalist:
Man, you are so interesting, erudite and have such an amazing sense of humor!
That's what! You should have seen me during my lifetime!
Why not? And why should we be afraid? - thought the inhabitants of the cemetery.
Therefore, you can walk through the cemetery at night if the need arises, because in Russia you cannot renounce prison, scrip and walking through the cemetery at night.
Speaking of the inhabitants of the cemetery (emphasis on the letter i), Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, in his cycle of poems Songs of the Western Slavs, wrote a wonderful poem Vurdalak on precisely this topic.
I don’t like to go to the cemetery often, because I always feel so sad and empty in my soul there. I only go to my parents during the day, but it’s always so quiet there! And at night it’s very scary, sometimes even during the day it’s somehow uneasy to appear there!
Of course you can, but sometimes you need to shake yourself up. You can purchase your dose of adrenaline in any legal way, and walking through a cemetery at night is not illegal. And you are a very brave person if you decide to do this.
Everything that is not prohibited is allowed. It’s another matter for what purpose to go there and what to do there. There is not much to do there unless you are a follower of any subculture. Many people really say that a cemetery is the best place to think, because there is peace and tranquility. But these are the whims of individuals
It’s not very possible to walk through our cemeteries even during the day. But you have to have very specific interests in life to climb there at night. For example, in white sheets and a flashlight on yourself, with howls. If erysipelas is worse than nuclear war, then you can scare away the dead with nicrophilia.
In general, it is possible, but I would not say that it is necessary. Many people in childhood or youth would like to visit a cemetery at night. This thought alone made me shiver, but I still wanted to. Just like you want to watch a good horror movie. Knowing that nothing will happen to you while watching. We don’t mind slightly fraying our nerves, experiencing a nagging, sweetish feeling of fear.
Despite this, you need to pay attention to one significant detail: if someone is drawn to visit a cemetery at night with friends, this is normal, if alone, this is not normal.
Roughly speaking, in the year 1996, I made a bet that I would go to the cemetery alone at night and mark myself there, like, on a dead tree that stood in the middle of it (by the way, it also adds to the ambience... at the slightest wind it starts to creak so disgustingly), I'll draw a cross with a felt-tip pen...
Taking it for courage, he went. I took a flashlight (not a headlamp, I remind you, from 1995-97, an old Soviet miracle in your hands, with round healthy batteries), in the other hand - a radio receiver (as I remember now, it was something like a Sanya.. or Sonya. :) .
I’m walking, the weather is warm, 18-22 degrees, I think the moon is shining into the balls, so full, beautiful, bright, I’m already casting a shadow. The mood is good, vodka is splashing in the young body, the radio is playing the only one in those golden times, “Avtoradiu”.. I still remember a song that caught my attention, something from the “Blues League”, it’s called “don’t believe me” or something.
The only thing that darkens the mood is the distant rumble of a thunderstorm, which, leisurely, is approaching from the side of the 54 km train stop.
Well, I think the war is bullshit, I’ll have time to run here and there 10 times, to hell with it. I go around the forest with the cemetery along the “road” (who knows, he will understand, there was no road there yet from the mosquito to the shore, there was only a “road-like-path-well-maybe-a-tractor-will-pass”). Well, and, in fact, I went down to the river, found a path and dug into the forest.
This is where glitch number one came to me. There was a break in the radio program, the DJ hesitated for something, and I clearly heard cheerful children's laughter from the river... Damn. Well, there was no one there, no. I passed there, and further, where I didn’t go, I shined a flashlight, well, I would have seen a tent... Well, to hell with it, I think if I hadn’t lost my laughter, maybe from the other side such audibility was not weak.
I stomp on. And near the churchyard itself there is a place, such a tricky one... The path goes under the fir trees, you make your way through the twigs, usually you fall (especially if you can’t see horseradish, and you’re not sober), you fall out into a clearing about 10 meters wide, you cross it (nettles , branches, disgusting), and you climb under the fir trees (they grow very densely, you lower your head so that your eyes don’t meet the branches), you crawl through, raise your head and look at the monuments. The first time I walked, however, such an effective appearance made an impression on me.
And the cemetery is divided into 2 parts, the new one, where people have been buried since the 50-60s, and the old one, where even the crosses have rotted, only graves remain.
Since I’m tired, I sit down on a bench near the grave, open the flask, congratulate myself on the finish, it’s fun, and I notice (how I didn’t notice it before, I don’t know, well, although, I was bursting through the branches, like a bear, everything was cracking, I didn’t even listen) that from the radio, the crackling of static is increasingly heard instead of the program. The thunderstorm, however, somehow approached very quickly, since the thunder was quite close, and the breeze began to rise, and it was so beautiful, lightning reflections began to run across the tops of the fir trees from time to time, a vile creaking began, as if a board was being twisted (not about the tree). have you forgotten yet?), and in general, without a radio it somehow becomes very uncomfortable... well, what a bullshit, I turned it off, put it in my pocket, and then, damn it, the flashlight suddenly went down. Coincidence? Yeah.. Right now.. you can say that now, but then I got hooked on treason.. moreover, I actually started to get pounding. Especially when I looked at the cross. There is a forest all around, it seems like it should be dark, but now the light from the moon is falling on the cross (well, it’s not a windfall, it’s a cemetery, after all, the trees are not very dense, and the moon has risen higher), and the shadow from it is just touches my feet. And then such a long discharge of lightning, its shadow like a strobe light, falls on the grave, and in the place where it ends, the earth begins to crumble. It's funny, isn't it?
I already care about a felt-tip pen, about a tree, about everything, I decided that it’s time to move as quickly as possible towards my beloved, good, bright, cozy, safe dacha, but figs. I can’t get up from the bench out of fear... I can’t... And I see a hand sticking out from under the ground (I know, it doesn’t happen, I’m just saying, it’s a glitch..). Well, this is how... in my opinion, this is what a hand should look like, sticking out of a grave... and scraping the ground... scraping... And the cloud reached the moon, covered it, the wind became so strong, the tree, infected, creaked, and again children's laughter rang out. In a cemetery in the forest.. In a thunderstorm.. But I can’t get up.. I feel it, I’ll scream now, and I’ll just pass out.
And here, the apogee of history. I noticed in the network of lightning (by the way, I have never seen such a frequency again), earth fell onto my shoe from my side of the grave..
Here, the legs turned on... everything turned on.. It’s good that the receiver has already put the flashlight in my pockets..
Have you seen how Kenyans run? Quietly they run... along their paths... I set a world record, through the forest, through branches, trees, grass, road... and, hell, I ran to the bottom of the river, rushed along the shortest vector to the village. And he ran all 2 kilometers. He ran quickly.. He even outran the thunderstorm, but it didn’t rain on me, as I had hoped..
Well, that’s all, actually.. I lost the argument.. I caught a glitch, a lot of adrenaline.. Okay, sorry I didn’t shit my pants..
The only thing that still worries me is that I heard out of the corner of my ear from the grandmothers who live in the village that near the grave, supposedly near which I was sitting, palm prints were found, and a trace as if someone was crawling from it. Grandmothers sinned against relatives who swelled and fell there. Maybe.. everything can be.. Why and how the traces weren’t washed away at night, and in general, whether it happened that day or another, I don’t know...
Why didn't I check this morning? Would you go there the next day?? I was pounding and squashing for another week
P.S. The dispute, by the way, arose because local grandparents told horror stories about this churchyard, scaring kinders at night.
According to popular belief, walking through a cemetery does not bring anything good. You can disturb the souls of the deceased and bring disaster upon yourself. Nowadays there are few people who believe in ancient signs. And yet there are many arguments against walking through the churchyard, not only at night, but also during the day.
Cardiologists warn
Despite the fact that some people find the cemetery a peaceful and contemplative place, ideal for leisurely walks, doctors clearly warn against such a pastime. Coming to a churchyard, a person subconsciously prepares to meet the dead.
A reflex is triggered that encourages living organisms to avoid carrion and anything that in some way relates to the topic of death. It is layered with cultural experience: one remembers legends about the dead rising from their graves, tales about vampires and werewolves, legends about witches digging up remains to carry out their ungodly rituals.
All this prepares the psyche accordingly. Without even realizing it, a person walking along the cemetery grounds is in an extremely tense and excited state, literally at the limit of mental strength. Any extraneous noise - the rustling of leaves, the knock of a stone rolling away from under your feet, the hooting of an owl - can cause a breakdown.
At such moments, a huge amount of adrenaline is released into the blood, which prompts the body to fight or flee. This protective mechanism helps perfectly in situations where real danger threatens, but “adrenaline storms” greatly wear out the heart.
Giving yourself such shocks while walking around the churchyard is very harmful. Especially if a person already has heart problems. An innocent, at first glance, walk through the place of the last resting place can end in quite a real funeral. A heart attack is not such a rare occurrence among “dared souls” who dare to wander into a cemetery at night.
Material hazards
Many cemeteries have existed for many centuries. The oldest tombs are gradually falling into disrepair. The soil in the graves crumbles, “falls in.” A person walking through a cemetery, being in a state of nervous tension, does not always notice such dangers. Internally, he is preparing for completely different horrors: the risen dead, ghouls and other inventions of folk art.
Falling into a grave that has collapsed or been opened by vandals is dangerous in many ways. Firstly, it in itself is extremely stressful. Secondly, any unexpected fall can result in a broken limb. Even if a person fell from a small height. Getting out of an open grave with a broken arm or leg is still “pleasure.”
We must not forget that any cemetery is a place of burial of remains. The latter decompose and in the process release many substances dangerous to living people. We are talking about cadaveric poisons: cadaverine, spermine, putrescine, etc. Even in an old grave, these substances can remain, as well as bacteria, the vital activity of which is concentrated in places where corpses are rotting. If a person cares about his health, he should not contact them.
Negative energy
The last argument against walking on cemetery land is expressed by psychics, parapsychologists and other specialists in the field of soul energy. They are set unambiguously. The graveyard is the most energetically dirtiest place. It collects all the negative charges from natural and violent deaths: murders, poisonings, long and painful dying from cancer, unexpected deaths of babies, etc.
All this gloomy energy “hangs” over the cemetery like a black cloud. By coming into contact with it, a living person causes serious damage to his energy field. From a psychological point of view, any communication with bad people - and even more so with criminals - disrupts mental balance and leaves a negative mark on the psyche.
Walking through a cemetery produces a similar effect: it leaves a black, dirty trace on a person’s energy field and can subsequently “attract” big problems or even death to him.
