The Chestnut Hill cemetery in Exeter, Rhode Island is like a lot of cemeteries in New England. It’s lined by trees and dotted with weathered grave stones stretching back centuries. The steeple of an old wooden church towers over the pastoral field. And yet —
"People are in here all the time," explained Joyce Bastien, an Exeter local. "All ages, all types of people, everything. Nonstop."
They come from far and wide because of what happened here one March night in 1883.