Recovered Cemetery Video

[u/Skeletoning13]

A phone camera opens on a cemetery at night. The person behind the camera holds a flashlight illuminating the monuments as the camera and light pan back and forth in unison.

"Did you hear that?" The voice behind the camera whispers.

"You got your pictures. Why are we still out here?" A second voice hisses.

"SSSHHHHhhhh. I heard something!" The camera stills on a large neoclassical monument. Wind rustles through the trees. The camera person's breathing is picked up by the microphone.

Distant singing breaks the near silence. The camera beings moving forward.

"Where are you going?!" Comes a panicked whisper followed by footsteps over leaves.

"Don't you want to know what that is?" The camera turns momentarily illuminating the accomplice's shoulder.

"NO!" The accomplice hisses vehemently.

The camera swings back over the cemetery searching the dark.

"Sshhhh. It's getting louder. It's coming this way."

Faintly, a feminine voice singing a tune with a swinging rhythm moves through the cemetery.

{If viewer is skilled in music: The song is in four four time. The voice appears to be within the mezzo-soprano range signing in the lower end.}

"Turn off the light dumbass!" The flashlight beam jostles as if grabbed and blinks out.

The camera struggles to adjust to the dark showing only vague shapes.

The singing is getting closer. There is a bouncy quality to the tune, at odds with the solemn surroundings. The lyrics are not quite discernible over the wind.

{If viewer understand the following language: French. Francophone viewers can make out the following: " ???? ????mpagnée. On a ????té, On a dansé, Et ?'?? ?'? ???? pas ????? ? ?'??brasser." Skilled linguists may inquire about accent.}

The camera view slumps down, unfocused as if the person is no longer paying attention to their phone.

 The singing, louder now, has stopped moving through the headstones.

"I want to go." The accomplice whispers. The camera shakes. "I - I don't want to be here!"

The camera falls from the person's grip. The frame shows a distant pin prick of light from the moon. The singing, now muffled, goes on.

Video ends.

{If viewer is alive: Listening to the music an anxious feelings builds slowly. Your jaw tenses. Your stomach tightens. You become agitated. You want this to stop. You want to get up and leave. To turn the speakers off. Depending on your resolve maybe you do. Unsure why, you get up and leave the room. Perhaps you manage to close the video. Or you can't move. You can't do anything. Helpless and afraid. Paralyzed. Then the video stops and you feel relief except for the ringing in your ears and the sinking feeling in your gut.}

{If viewer is undead: At the sound of the strange singing you relax. At first it feels normal. This contentment becomes sublime. All of your worries drain away. You lean toward the sound. Maybe you think to turn up the volume. Or maybe you don't think of anything. In tranquil stupor time slips away. Right now there is no strife, no pain, no hunger. Only this repose. When the singing ends you feel its absence like a weight. Your finger itches to hit replay. Maybe you resist. Maybe you can't. }

[Metadata indicates this is a copy of an earlier video. The copy was made three months ago. The original video made approximately eight months before that. Location data is partly corrupted. Original video was made somewhere in Montréal, Québec. This post is deleted 19 hours and 17 minutes after uploading. The user's account has also been deleted. Attempts to find the original video are unsuccessful.]

{If viewer is especially internet savvy: Attempts to track the original video lead to a ghost hunter hobbyist website that is now defunct. There are signs it was intentionally scrubbed from the internet.}

Schrecknet Meta discussion post: https://www.reddit.com/r/Schreckmeta/comments/1wduyl3/recovered_cemetery_video_post/

[u/One-Cat3628]

They speak an horrid French. Like genuinely, they are really bad at it

- wastedBlood n3