Glowing Tombstone in Springtown, Texas

The glowing tombstone of the Veal Station Cemetery in Springtown Texas.
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I’ve been there hundreds of times. Enough to know that back before the tall chain link fence was erected to keep people from damaging the graves looking for “ghosts” after watching local TV news stories close to Halloween or reading stories on “Ghost Hunter” type web sites, I knew the simple truth.
The glow was visible only if you stood at a particular spot on the old fenceline. That spot was no more than 3-5 feet wide. You would not see the glow at any other point. This is an obvious clue.
The glow, which emanated from a tombstone about 120 yards inside the cemetery and in front of a low, scraggly cedar tree was bright, greenish and very spooky looking.
I would make a point to drive by the cemetery, or sit in my vehicle, typing reports in the small parking lot, when working nights to send “tourists” on their way before they began to traipse around through the headstones. They were generally from Fort Worth or occasionally Dallas, and fit into one of two groups:
1.Several teenage or early twenties couples giggling and claiming to be “lost” on their way to visit a friend. There was almost always beer involved. I sent them on their way after informing them that their story was bullshit and obliquely informing them of the dire outcomes possible from continued stupidity and poorly executed duplicity.
2. The cool mom. Soccer mom van, a gaggle of pre-teen kids (likely from several different households) and one embarrassed female early-thirty-something. If she didn’t insist too long in lying about why they were there, I would walk her to “the spot” and watch her gasp when she saw the glow that they had unsuccessfully been searching for, then an almost immediate look of “Am I going to die? Is this guy in league with the malevolent spirts? I just realized that it sure is dark, and we clearly are at least a hundred miles from the closest Starbucks.” over her shoulder at me, followed by either quickly herding all the kids into the family truckster and driving out of the parking lot with a slight squeal of tires… or… a sudden calming of the facial features after I gave a little “I’m not a murderer” smile, and then making sure that each of the kids individually stood where they could view the spectacle. As they did, I explained the true cause behind this spooky apparition.
The cemetery is on a narrow two lane road at the very bottom of a valley, with the road rising away on both sides and quickly disappearing around sharp curves both ways so that it appears isolated from any sign of “civilization”. This is also accentuated by the dense woods on both sides and in back of it- you cannot see a house in any direction. It’s straight out of a “We should never have come here” horror movie.
However, there is an older house, with barns and outbuildings, on an intersecting road, about a quarter of a mile away. There is a gap in the trees, unseen from the road, unless you walk the property looking for it due to the angle. One of the outbuildings had a mercury vapor lamp affixed to it. The light shone straight through the gap in the trees, bounced of the slightly angled, dark polished headstone ( I know but won’t pass on the family name on the stone. This will become important later), and reflected, on a narrow beam, the greenish light imparted by the stone.
Those responsible for the private cemetery were constantly having to repair damage and collect beer cans and other trash left by those seeking a paranormal thrill. Halloween sometimes resembled a slow day at six flags, with groups freely wandering the grounds, I witnessed a group of black robed idiots having a little “séance”, or whatever such people do. Souvenirs were sometimes taken for the magical powers they surely possessed. All in a little country cemetery where loved ones had been left to have a little peace and dignity.
Someone finally prevailed on the owner of the light to turn it off. The ghostly glow went away for ever. This led to conspiracy theories about the tombstone having been removed, either by the cemetery, or by some powerful group, to harness it’s “powers”.
The stone still stands, I know, because I saw it…. before and after. It’s a stone with a common family name on its polished stone face, created as a symbol of love for a family member suddenly gone.

We went tonight 11/1/15 and in the far back Conner you could see with a flash light white cloth like things with poiting hats the story told is on Halloween night that the kkk meets up there and it’s true!!!