The Transcription Project
Transcription #3: Greener Cemetery Investigation
Added by Patrick Lane
January 9, 2002
[This investigation was recorded as part of the ghost-hunting project
described in the article "Who
Is the Third Who Walks Always Beside You?" in the Features
section of this site. The people involved are as follows:
- PPL: Patrick Lane
- KFL: Kim Lane
- NDR: Nathan Ragain
- MSR: Melissa Ragain
The text below is primarily derived from a minidisc recording made
by Patrick, using a microphone clipped onto his shirt. Some bits
of dialogue not picked up by the minidisc come from the tape recording
made simultaneously. The tape recorder was carried at different
times by Nathan and Missy. All editorial notes and sound descriptions
have been added by Patrick.]
PPL: All right. It is 5:02 p.m., Sunday,
November 18th. We're at Greener Cemetery inside Natchez Trace State
Park, Tennessee. [Sound
Clip] [Pause.] Sorta small.
[Sound of truck passing on nearby road. Harsh scratching sounds.]
PPL: I'm affixing my mic, if there's
any noise there.
[Unduly long shutter click, as low light conditions cause the camera
to overexpose the film. Sharp intake of breath by PPL. Crickets.
Assorted camera noise as the flash is turned on. Shutter clicks
PPL: That's better.
[More camera beeps. Shutter clicks.]
PPL: So, is there anybody here? Besides
us, that is?
[Crickets and frogs.]
PPL: And all the birds.
[Crickets and frogs. Another truck in the distance.]
PPL: This isn't really all that old.
NDR: Well, the stones aren't.
KFL: This one
this one is hand
PPL: Hand carved
KFL: Virgil Hatch. I can't read the
[Camera beeps. Shutter clicks.]
PPL: Virgil Hatch.
KFL: It looks like "daughter."
Nathan attempts to interview Virgie
KFL: Yeah, it must be Virgie. Yeah,
it's Virgie. Daughter. D-A-U-G-H
KFL: I can't read what's under it.
PPL: So that's just poured concrete.
KFL: Oh, it could be her and her daughter.
She died in childbirth, maybe. Wow, look at this
KFL: Are these markers? Maybe like
a pauper's grave?
PPL: Well, I'm sure they're markers.
It's just hard to say whose they are. I don't
I don't know
Do they have numbers on them?
KFL: I think this is where we did
the rubbings. Look at these markers.
PPL: Umm, maybe.
KFL: Look at the gates on there, and
MSR: There are spiders all over this
[Sound of footsteps in leaves.]
PPL: Uh, keep the flashlight right
KFL: I can't read what's written on
[Camera shutter clicks.]
PPL: Agnes S. Greener.
KFL: There's something on the side,
isn't there? There's something.
PPL: That's a dandy, uh, longlegs,
KFL: No, there's something carved
-- something written.
MSR: I can't make out what it says.
she is at rest."
[Lots of shuffling through leaves.]
PPL: There's always a chance that
we'll get some photographic evidence as well. Ghostly orbs and streaks
KFL: Look at the front, the other
NDR: Can you see any markings?
[Lots of grunts from PPL and assorted camera noise. There is a
strange, faint yelping type sound, origin unknown. Shutter clicks.
KFL: I don't see anything.
PPL: Oh, there's the moon.
PPL: Over there.
MSR: Hmm. These are
PPL: Whoops. Not good to walk backwards
in a cemetery.
[Some tramping and then a pause. Crickets and frogs. Camera beeps
and shutter clicks. Underneath PPLs heavy breathing picked up by
the clip-on mic there are some vaguely whispery sounds -- not like
road noise. Sound
PPL: We should note for the record
that there is a little bit of road noise. [Pause.] I should make
sure this is still recording.
PPL: That was the sound of the minidisc.
[Long pause. Sound of a truck on the road.]
PPL: I'd say this cemetery is pretty
[Truck goes by.]
PPL: Shine that flashlight on her.
PPL: You look very professional, though.
MSR: Do I? [Pause.] Like a ghost-hunter.
[Camera beeps and shutter clicks. Something distantly from KFL.]
MSR: Do a rebel yell. I bet they'll
PPL: What is a rebel yell, exactly?
MSR: I don't know. I think it's kind
of a whoop-whoop. Sort of like an Agie yell.
PPL: If I went to Ole Miss I bet I'd
KFL: [Distantly] Did you hear that?
[Nearer] Did you hear that?
MSR: Yeah, it's an acorn falling.
No, it was a
was a per-- it was a person, it was a call.
PPL: I didn't hear it. I heard a "weh-weh"
KFL: No, it was a
[Long pause. Sound of an airplane somewhere overhead.]
KFL: I don't know how close the campground
is, maybe it's
[Some minidisc noise.]
PPL: We've been here ten minutes.
And it got dark fast.
NDR: It did.
PPL: Do the dead speak, Missy?
MSR: Yeah, but you got to give them
a chance. [Pause.] You gonna [???].
MSR: You want that one?
[Camera beeps and shutter clicks.]
NDR: This is actually the one I want
to know about. There's no information on the stone.
MSR: Which one? Well, let's check
NDR: There's nothing. It says nothing.
MSR: Here, I'll set
PPL: It says nothing on the stone,
but what does it say through electromagnetic vibrations?
[Some short sounds of amusement from NDR and MSR. Another truck
passes. Long pause.]
PPL: Hmmm. If these stones could talk,
PPL: What would they say?
MSR: Think that one's had enough time?
PPL: I think so.
MSR: Okay, we'll leave it alone with
PPL: Of course, whoever's out here,
they probably don't get much of a chance to mouth off. They might
appreciate having a bit of a soapbox. [Pause.] So they aren't--
Oh, they have initials.
KFL: They have initials on there.
NDR: M.L.A. Hmm! Modern Language
KFL: That's an "N."
PPL: It might be the footstone
MSR: It is the footstone.
for this one.
MSR: These are all the footstones
NDR: Right, but there's an extra row
MSR: Right, there's an extra row of
footstones, and I'm not sure what those are.
KFL: Sleep on
Lassie? And take
NDR: And trust in God.
KFL: Called the
MSR: Here, shine it like this.
NDR: And take thy
oh, and take thy rest.
God called thee home, he thought it best. "Sweet Lizzie,"
MSR: N.L. Allen. That's what it is
on the other side.
PPL: So does the "L" actually
stand for Lizzie?
PPL: Daughter of
MSR: Maybe she had some wretched first
name, they don't even put it on her tombstone.
PPL: Died September 10, 1900.
MSR: Ooh, look at this, a couple of
them are mating! [In reference to a pair of daddy longlegs.] Oh,
PPL: Oh, look what you did.
[A truck passes.]
PPL: Oh, here, here, Nathan. Hold
just for fun, hold the flashlight under your, under your
head and make a scary face. Oops.
MSR: That one's not scary, it's just
[Camera beeps and shutter clicks. MSR laughs.]
MSR: That was kinda scary! Hmm.
[Tramping noises. Very loud truck passes.]
[More tramping through leaves.]
MSR: I thought that went well.
PPL: It does seem a little ghoulish.
MSR: It does.
PPL: I don't know, I guess because
it's so hard to take it seriously, and yet it feels
know. It feels partly disrespectful if you really went in serious
and then disrespectful
more so if you went in
MSR: Not [???]
purely as a joke
NDR: And there was something.