`ZombiePenguin666` [Thread]

My Grandmother and I were both into the paranormal, and would often go
ghost hunting, either in areas that the locals would claim were haunted
to nationally recognized landmarks. One day we went into a very old
graveyard dating to the 1700's, which had several gated areas devoted to
the original families who had settled into the region. We approached one
of these gated areas, and I had to literally wrench open this wrought
iron gate to get into the family plot. Not only was it rusted (the
hinges squeaked angrily) but there were also many weeds growing into it.
It was a great deal of effort just to move. We toured around the family
plot as I snapped a few pictures on the Polaroid camera for about a half
an hour, when we noticed storm clouds were moving in. Grandma said it
was time to pack it in before it hit. I agreed. As we finished up and
turned to that wrought iron gate again, we noticed that it was no longer
open, but had closed to its original position. We stood for a moment
registering this, and before we could comment on it, the gate (which was
a bitch to open in the first place) soundlessly opened up allowing
passage. We wordlessly walked to the car, and started driving home. Once
we were free and clear of the graveyard, we started talking about what
had just happened. We couldn't decide if the gate opening was a friendly
"Have a nice day" or "GTFO".

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