Established in 1855, the Manzanita Cemetery is the oldest burial ground in Placer County. Located in Lincoln, California, a strange legend has developed around the cemetery. It is said that during the late 1800s, Lincoln was the site of a large wildfire.
The Untouched Burial Grounds of Lincoln
This wildfire supposedly wiped out a majority of the town, and while it’s path of destruction should have leveled the cemetery, Manzanita was, oddly, untouched. No one seems sure as to when the cemetery became a hotspot for paranormal activity, but many within the local community are convinced beyond a doubt that the place is haunted.
Many residents have reported hearing phantom noises and voices, and seeing orbs, and black apparitions, floating within the grounds. It is because of Manzanita’s macabre reputation that local paranormal enthusiast Damian (Name changed for privacy) decided to visit.
“I don’t live in Lincoln, but I live within Placer County, so I heard about the hauntings of Manzanita for many years growing up,” he informed us. “I started getting interested in the paranormal during a Ouija board session in college, and have been collecting data and proof ever since. A friend of mine reminded me of Manzanita so during spring break I decided to spend some time in the cemetery.
“I told myself that I would visit every night that week—or at least until I gained enough evidence. Things started off well—and by that I mean that activity seemed to be happening but not directly at me.”
What do you mean by that?
“I mean that I was capturing evidence of disembodied voices and footsteps, but they didn’t seem to center around my presence—almost as if they were on a separate plane of existence,” Damian explained. “But by the second night, things took a turn for the worse.
The Paranormal Escalates…
“I captured a disembodied voice talking about me on my EVP recorder. A woman was whispering incoherently in the background when all of the sudden a loud, low male voice yelled at her to ‘stop talking to him.’
“I wasn’t sure that he meant me at first, but it became evident as the night progressed. I went around to various spots in the cemetery trying to capture photos of orbs, when I could hear distinct footsteps following about a foot behind me. By the time I arrived at the cemetery for the third night, I immediately knew something was wrong,” he nodded.
“All of the orbs had disappeared, I couldn’t hear any whispers or disembodied noises…it’s as if the entire cemetery went dead—figuratively speaking. All of the sudden I heard this soft moan come from the ground about fifty feet away.
“I slowly approached it, thinking it might have been a dying animal. I jerked to a halt before I accidentally fell into what I first thought was a trench to keep the cemetery from flooding. But as I looked down and saw this ghost lying, covered in blood, I quickly realized that I was actually looking at an open grave.
“As soon as this girl saw me, she turned to me and smiled with blood in her teeth,” Damian said. “It scared the living hell out of me and I ran out of the cemetery, grabbing my equipment as I went. I haven’t done any investigating in Lincoln or anywhere else since then.”