Personnal Journal Tome 2
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Not long ago, I met a young lady who told me a very interesting story. She told me about her meeting with a lady crying in front of three unmarked tomb in a cemetery near her home. By the physical description she gave me, she made me think of the weeping witch. On the other hand, this young lady did not have the same experience as the other I have encouter, a strong sad session before the witch disappeared as mysteriously as she appeared. She would have had an interaction with her, going so far as to get a response from the witch. This is the first one I could find.
His story was as follows:

“It was a night like any other when I decided to go see my son at the cemetery. In this beautiful cold night, a perfect night for a little walk. Our cemetery is not far from the city, near the church. Besides, I'm used to go there. I had been going to see him once a month since he died two years ago so it was nothing special to me. It was as I approached the cemetery that it got a little strange. Heavy fog covered the cemetery. Thick fog like I had never seen, but despite everything, I decided to go anyway. It's a quiet town. Nothing never happen here.
Walking in the fog was difficult, but since I had done this route many times before. I knew I was approaching the grave of my son. I was on my way when I heard crying coming from a little further in front of me. I thought it must have been the lady from the chruch, she sometimes came to see her husband's grave so I thought it was a good opportunity to say hello to her, but as I got closer, I sudenly quickly realize that it wasn't her. In front of me was a vixen kneeling in front of three unmarked graves, a young vixen, wearing a black cloak and a strange bone mask. Normally I would have been afraid in front of such a person, but this time I felt rather a great sadness. Almost too heavy to stand. I also felt I had to help her with her grief. So I decide to approach the strange lady. Asking her if she was okay and if there were a some things she needed help with.
I didn't get any response from that and ended up getting behind her, close enough to touch her. I could practically touch her sadness. I stood there for a moment, holding back the tears that came to my eyes as I dangled from my son and his death. Silent looking at the graves when she finally turned her head to me. Eyes in the water, she said to me:
"Where are they? I can't see them, they are lost. I would like to see them one more time ”
I ended up understanding this pain and knelt down, like her, in front of the graves.
"To see them again, you have to close your eyes"
So I closed my eyes to see my son again, in my memory. Relive the happy events we spent together. It brought me peace and joy in my heart, pushing away the sadness.I have to admit I don't know how long I was like this, the only thing I do know is when I finally opened my eyes. She was gone, just like the fog. I was alone in the cemetery. I don't know who it was, but I hope I have at least relieved her soul a little