HAUNTING THE CHAPEL, PART 3.

“What is this that stands before me?” – Black Sabbath

Today’s quiet stroll into an ancient burial ground leads us to the village of Yarmouth Port, Massachusetts, a quaint town made up of colonial homes, inns and manors, some of which date back to the 17th century and are nestled on the salt marshes and shores of Cape Cod Bay. For history buffs, towns that maintain their natural, unchanged beauty are some the best places to discover legends and tales from the past. For Uncle T, all it takes is locating the oldest graveyard in town and like a vortex he is guided to the most imposing structure on the land, this time a beautiful mausoleum.

Woodside Cemetery – Yarmouth Port, MA

The name “SEARS 1857” looms large over the white, Gothic-style door. The imposing structure contains the remains of Joshua Sears, a wealthy merchant and ship owner who was born in Yarmouth and died in 1857. Joshua was the son of Ebenezer Sears who served in the Revolution as a solider and later a sea captain who was master of the first ship flying the American flag to round the Cape of Good Hope enroute to India. The mausoleum highlights the nearby Sears family plot which contains approximately 25 graves.

With all due respect to the deceased Sears family, the only reason I brought along this mask from Phantasm is simply because of the word “mausoleum” and its connection to the movie. I couldn’t help imagining Uncle T taking a summer job being groundskeeper at this local cemetery. Just me and my gardening shears, tending to the property until my boredom reaches an all time breaking point and I’ve sipped the last drop of my brown-bagged whiskey bottle. At that point I’m sneaking a peek inside the tomb, hoping to unearth a secret or excavate a treasured artifact. Something that probably was kept hidden from society for good reason. Curiosity gets the best of me and before I know, it’s too late. TNUC is doomed.

Haunting the Chapel [PART 1]
Haunting the Chapel [PART 2]

1 Comments on “HAUNTING THE CHAPEL, PART 3.”

  1. I enjoy the thought of someone driving around ancient witch-cursed Massachusetts with a bag of Halloween masks, looking for photo ops.

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