Ghost Stories

Church Revival

This story was toldfrom my great-grandfather, who told my grand-mother, who in turntold it to me.

Here we go...

My great-grandfatherand his wife lived in Kenbridge, VA all their life and thereeverybody knew everybody. Every night when they left work to gohome, they would take the same stretch of road going past achurch. In the country, the churches usually had a cemetarybeside or behind the building. One evening as they started ontheir way, they noticed that the church had its lights on. Withno hurry to get home, they decided to go and see if it was achurch revival. As they started up the path, they heard the music.Sounded like folks were having a good time and the closer theycame, the louder the music was. When they finally reached thechurch they noticed that there were no means for transportationaround but at the time that didn't matter. They figured thepeople walked just like they did. The gospel music was stillplaying and the church folk were catching the spirit and my great-grandfatherwanted to go inside so they could enjoy the worship service andhis wife agreed. When they opened the first set of doors themusic faded down as if the hymn was over and when they opened thesecond set of doors they were greeted by a ghostly congregationalong with the pastor that was preaching that night. According tothe story, no one turned around to see the visitors but were in atrance-like state. My great-grandparents quietly slipped out andhurried back down the hill and quickly went home. And as theywent on their way the singing and the music started back up again.

Come to find outthe very church they went to was not there the next week. Thatchurch had been bombed during their revival week and thecongregation that my great-grandparents witnessed were the onesthat were inside when the bombing took place.