"How
Dare
          You?"
      
      
      
      On
            Tuesday, October 11, 2005.
           
          I
            am a 35
            year old male and a recent
            transplant to Denver.  I’ve
            always like getting out and walking and haven’t really found
            a place to
            exercise in the 3 months that I’ve been here.  A friend
            of mine
            told me about Cheeseman Park and said it was a really good
            place to
            walk.  I went down on Tuesday and started walking the
            perimeter of
            the park on the road.  After walking all the way around
            the park
            about 5 times, I started getting tired.  I noticed a
            path that
            appeared to cross the grassy area caused by foot
            traffic.  I
            decided to use the path to cut back to my car to go
            home.  About
            half way down the path, I hit what felt like a really cold
            spot and I
            had this overwhelming sense of being sad then really
            angry.  I
            didn’t know what to think about it and just hurried on back
            to my
            car.  After getting back home, I started feeling really
            sick to my
            stomach and light headed.  I figured that I had over
            done it and
            told my roommate that I was going to lie down.  After
            sleeping for
            about an hour, I woke up very quickly and found that I
            couldn’t
            move.  I felt like something really heavy was holding
            me down and
            the only thing I could move was my fingers.  I tried
            calling out
            to my roommate but couldn’t speak either.  At that
            time, I heard a
            voice whispering into my ear saying “How dare you?” 
            Over and over
            again. I was yelling in my mind “Get the hell off of
            me!”  This
            lasted for what seemed like forever but lasted only 30 to 60
            seconds.  After that, the weight just seemed to
            disappear and I
            was able to get up.
           
          I
            really
            thought that I had lost
            it.  I came out into the living
            room and even though I thought he would think I was crazy, I
            told my
            roommate what had happened.  Growing up in the Denver
            area, my
            roommate proceeded to tell me this awful story that the park
            used to be
            a cemetery and that there was still people buried
            there.  So I
            stared reading on the internet about it but didn’t find any
            stories of
            other people having this type of experience.  I’ve
            always been a
            skeptic but after this, I really don’t think I’ll be
            visiting this park
            anymore!
           
          Thanks!
          S.