By Patty Quinn.

Many people believe this to be an old ghost legend. It has been carried down since the beginnings of the towns of Westcliffe and Silver Cliff. The legend is the ghost lights of the Silver Cliff Cemetery.

Until two months ago, I would have written this legend off as silly fun. No longer will I say this, for I have seen them in person.

It began as a family history project. My grandfather is buried in the Silver Cliff Cemetery. Now, it should be noted that there are two cemeteries—one for Catholics and one for Protestants. I’m told Granddad is buried in the Catholic Cemetery. The other one is called the Cross of the Assumption Cemetery.

My sister and I, along with two friends, decided to investigate these lights for ourselves. We arrived at about 8:00 p.m. on a night this past July. After visiting granddad’s grave and saying a few words, we drove another few hundred feet to the Cross of the Assumption Cemetery and settled in. Two of us were armed with cameras, one a digital and a cheap pocket camera. I will state right here that my cheap pocket camera did NOT have flash capability. The digital camera was NOT set to flash, and it never went off.

Once we got there, the four of us separated. My sister stayed with the car and sat on the hood. We three started off walking around. I’ll admit I’m a “fraidy cat,” and I didn’t leave my friend’s side. His wife, however, took off on her own and wandered around all over the place.

Around 9:00, the first lights were seen. They were small, most about the size of a pinky fingernail. They ranged in color from blue to green to white to yellow, and various combinations of these colors. Over time, the lights became more numerous, larger, and more active. Some seemed highly active, darting from headstone to headstone without stopping. Others seemed to float in a “lazy fashion,” landing in the grass, on headstones, just wherever.

By 10:00, many were 3-4 inches in diameter and glowed brightly. As we stood facing the large white marble cross in the center of the cemetery, we all noticed an orangish glow begin. It was to our left, at the extreme border of the cemetery. As we watched, the glow grew larger and brighter and seemed to luminesce. It grew to the size of a football and resembled a campfire.

The various lights seemed to start gravitating toward this glow. They darted toward it, then returned, landing here and there. We tried approaching, but as we got closer, the light became dimmer. When we retreated, it began glowing brightly again.

One odd occurrence was with the large cross. Made of white stone (probably marble), it had a “ghostly” pale gray-white cast at night. My friend with the digital camera (an amateur photography buff) took a picture of it. The result through her view lens? The cross glowed a dull, deep red. Running up one side of the cross was what resembled a string of teeny, tiny Christmas lights. They appeared to be shooting towards the sky.

The other odd occurrence was with my friend. As she walked through the cemetery, we all noticed that some of the lights seemed to start “following” her. They danced around her and stayed right with her. When we tried to get near her, they moved away. When we retreated, they would come back. She could see them around her.

As 11:00 approached, the lights were close enough to us to reach out and almost touch them. They no longer moved away from us, nor did they dim. I can say with confidence that they were NOT fireflies or glowing bugs of any kind. It was as if you were touching air.

I don’t know what we saw, but I do believe. And I do want to state this—people claim that it’s caused by the town lights reflecting up into the sky and back down onto the tombstones. They state that the stars reflect off the shiny surface of the tombstones. I want to make a point here, something that I have not seen pointed out.

These tombstones are OLD, for the most part. They are aged and weathered. ANY shiny surface on 90% of them has long since worn away. They are dull, dirty, and look as old as they are. What’s left on them to reflect? And, since dried prairie grass does NOT reflect anything, what could explain them being in the grassy sections?

The conditions the night we were there: no moon, no stars. Cloudy, overcast, a bad storm moving in (which started the forest fire in Southern Colorado outside of Pueblo). No, they were NOT from the lightning. That was striking, a good 60 miles from us.

And if they ARE reflections from the lights in town, can anyone explain why they have been seen up there since BEFORE there was electricity in the area? That rules “explanation” out completely.

I also haven’t encountered any articles about people getting close enough to them to reach out and touch them. We did. We took our time and stayed almost silent for the almost 4 1/2 hours we were there. We moved slowly, almost sluggishly. We were gentle when talking about them, keeping our voices to an almost whisper. We spoke about them with reverence and awe, which felt right to all of us.

When we finally called it a night and retreated to the car, we were surprised to find them all around the car, once again close enough to touch. They did not diminish in our headlights as we left.