A Trip to Guernsey Hollow Cemetery

Located outside of Frewsberg, NY, Guernsey Hollow Cemetery is possibly the most remote location I’ve visted. The cemetery is located on what can barely be called a road about 10 miles outside of town. Tucked away in the woods if you’re not actually looking for the graveyard you could drive right past it and never notice. We set out from Hamlin at around 11:30 on our way to Frewsberg where we were supposed to meet up with team member Amanda. After Amanda failed to show or answer her phone, myself and Nikki headed out to the small cemetery ourselves. We arrived around 2:30 (I stopped to look at a car on the side of the road, holding us up a bit). While on the road to the cemetery we were nearly struck by a black Jeep heading away from the cemetery at a fast pace. After shouting a few choice obsenities at the driver as he dissapeared in my rearview we came upon the entrance to the cemetery. With deep ruts in the road in front of the cemetery it’s easy to imagine that Jeep peeling away from the cemetery.

As Nikki and I climbed the hill we saw a young boy sitting on a log inside the cemetery fence, being used to seeing people in a cemetery I didn’t give it a second thought and didn’t think to snap a picture. When we got to the top of the hill, the boy was gone. There’s only one entrance/exit to the cemetery and we were blocking by walking up. An iron fence with spikes surrounds the cemetery so there’s almost no way he scaled it and ran away. Also near the top of the hill was a patch of soft deep mud that had recently been stepped in. Two sets of tracks led up to, and away from the cemetery, the set leading away were deep and sloppy, hallmarks of someone running. The logical conclusion is that whoever was in the cemetery before us got scared and tucked tail and ran. We snapped several pictures of the cemetery, as well as one of me kissing the cross, the only thing standing in that cemetery over 3 feet tall. I don’t usually try to illicit a response from spirits when I’m at a location, but I was feeling particularly adventurous that day. Aside from a slight burning sensation in my lips (no doubt a chemical reaction to something in or on the stone) I experience no ill-effects from kissing the cross. I had heard reports that if you do kiss the cross, you’re in for a whole world of trouble once you get out of the cemetery, and when nothing happened I was rather disappointed. We snapped a few more pictures and looked around a bit then decided it was probably a good idea to head back home. We weren’t really clear on who owns the cemetery or if we were allowed to be there but several signs posted at the entrance said it was state park land. The ride back was uneventful, aside from seeing a racoon getting hit by a car on I90 there’s nothing worth mentioning.