🪦Incident at Carson Creek Cemetery🪦 | 🪦Incident at Carson Creek Cemetery🪦 In Carson Creek, shadows linger and whispers haunt. Jacob’s story unveils eerie figures, unexplainable events, and... | By Spooky Earth | This story takes place in Carson Creek, Tennessee. A small town where everyone knows each other and strange things aren't supposed to happen. But in this case they did. Jacob shared the events surrounding the death of his friend Sam. A death that was both sudden and disturbing. What's more unsettling is what happened during the funeral. And the terrifying night that followed. Sam was a well-liked guy in Carson Creek. He worked at the local mechanic shop always with a smile on his face and a story to tell. But a few weeks before his sudden death, something changed. People noticed Sam wasn't himself anymore. He seemed distracted, jumpy, like something was haunting him. He started talking about strange things happening around his house. At first it was small stuff. The sound of steps in the attic when noone was home. Doors creaking open in the middle of the night. But then it got worse. One night Sam came into work pale as a ghost his hands shaking. He told Jacob about something he saw in his backyard. A figure standing in the shadows near the old oak tree. He couldn't make out a face. But its outline was clear enough to send chills down his spine. Sam said the figure just stood there watching before disappearing into the woods. But that wasn't the worst of it. A few days later, Sam was driving home late at night when he swerved off the road and crashed into a ditch. When the paramedics arrived, they found him unconscious but with no serious injuries. He should have been fine. But Sam never woke up. He died in his sleep the next night. His face twisted in fear as if something had been with him in his final moments. The town was in shock. Sam had been young, healthy. His death made no sense but it wasn't just the way he died that haunted the people of Carson Creek. It was what happened at his funeral. The day was gray and overcast. The air thick with humidity as the town gathered at the small church. Jacob still reeling from his friend's sudden death sat near the front surrounded by Sam's family and friends the service was quiet solemn until the moment Sam's casket was lowered into the ground as the preacher said the final words a cold wind swept through the cemetery so sudden and strong that it knocked over the flower arrangements the wind carried with it the faintest sound a low mournful whistle that seemed to come from the woods surrounding the cemetery. Jacob's heart raced as he glanced around. His eyes searching the tree line. But there was noone there. The others in attendance started to murmur, uneasy. The air felt different, heavy, electric. The sky darkened further and a strange mist began to creep through the graveyard, swirling around the tombstones. Suddenly, everyone turned to see the massive oak tree near Sam's grave split down the middle as if struck by lightning except there was no storm no sign of lightning the tree groaned and creaked as it collapsed its branches crashing to the ground sending everyone scrambling for cover and then in the dead silence that followed a single word echoed through the air leave noone could it but they all heard it soft, low, and unmistakable. A voice coming from the direction of Sam's grave. The funeral ended abruptly. The preacher rushing to finish the last words before people hurried out of the cemetery. But Jacob couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He had heard stories about spirits lingering after death but this felt different. That night back at his house things took a turn for the worse Jacob couldn't sleep he kept hearing the voice from the funeral echoing in his head leave it was all he could think about the wind outside howled rattling the windows but it was more than just the wind that kept him awake around midnight he heard it a soft steady tapping at his window his heart as he sat up in bed staring at the darkened window the tapping continued slow and deliberate as if someone or something was trying to get his attention gathering his courage Jacob grabbed his flashlight and crept toward the window his hand shaking as he pulled back the curtain his blood ran cold standing just outside the window was a figure tall shadowy with hollow empty eyes. It was the same figure Sam had described before his death. The same one he had seen near the old oak tree. The figure stood perfectly still watching him. Its face hidden in the shadows. Jacob stumbled back, his heart pounding, but when he blinked, the figure was gone. The room grew colder and Jacob's breath fogged up the air. That when he heard it. The same low mournful whistle from the funeral. But this time it was inside the house. He turned slowly. His blood turning to ice. Standing in the doorway was the figure. Its long skeletal fingers stretched out toward him. And from its twisted lips came the whistle. A sound that sent chills down his spine. Filling the room with an overwhelming sense of dread. J screamed grabbing his phone to call for help but the lights in his house flickered and died the figure moved closer its eyes empty and then just as suddenly as it had appeared it vanished but the whistle remained echoing in the silence Jacob left town the next morning unable to shake the horror of what he had seen. But before he left he learned one final piece of the puzzle. Years ago another man had died in Carson Creek under strange circumstances. His name was Edgar Matthews. And he had lived in the same house where Sam had been living. Edgar had also spoken of a shadowy figure watching him. Of strange in the night. He died the same way Sam did unexpectedly with no explanation. Jacob moved far away from Carson Creek hoping to forget everything that had happened. But the nightmares never left him. And to this day whenever he's alone in the dark he swears he can still hear it. The low mournful whistle following him wherever he goes.
