Orgumon's Aroden Cemetery, on the water's edge, is a scapegoat.
On the water's edge, is a scare factor five, which means, protect your soul.
For over 140 years, murders, grave robberies, headstone thieves and floods, have filled the local papers with stories.
Calling their settlement Orgumonza, Spanish for calm waters, may have proved to be ill-suited.
In 1862, after days of rain, the gentle waters of the Santa Ana River, turned into a raging torrent, that washed away much of the settlement.
Historical records are not clear, and the county's final statement, said no lives were lost but their assessment is wrong.
We know for a fact that people died.
Why the county is hiding these facts, is a mystery in and of its own self. There have been a number of accidents, down this winding road, even though, they have made a smoother, more safer road.
Orgumonza still has a taste for blood. There is no doubt, that this road will quench its thirst, one way or another.
Rachel was out with friends, and they decided to drive down Orgumonza, one night.
It was late, it must have been around 2 maybe 3 in the morning.
We were driving down Orgumonza road, when we saw a man walking, and decided to pick him up.
I don't know what we were thinking. He said he was on his way home from a party.
We dropped him off, exchanged numbers and said goodbye.
A few weeks later, I decided to give him a call, and see if he got in alright.
A young woman answered the phone. When I asked for him, she said, is this a joke?
I told her, we saw him walking, so we picked him up, and dropped him off, but never got his name, he was coming home from a party.
She screamed, he died. He died on his way home, 3 years ago, from that party.
You will be hard pressed to find another location like Orgumonza.
It seems to have it all, when it comes to ghosts.
Even though the friends of Orgumonza, would like to see the ghost stories go away.
And the lives of those in turn, celebrated for more, than just an urban legend.
It is the urban legend, that seems to be turning into urban fact.
There are the sightings of the man and his dog, walking down the middle of the road.
Then disappearing, when you hit your brakes to avoid him.
The road is haunted by an evil woman, some call her, the wailing woman.
But she has a name, that should never be spoken.
She haunts this land, searching for her children.
If she can't find hers, then she will want yours.
The saying goes, if you hear her scream, someone you love, will die.
And if you see her scream, then it is you who will die.
From the very beginning, this place has been one tragedy after another.
The latest incident was in September of 2004.
The caretaker, who lived at the cemetery, took his own life.
County officials declined to talk about the death, at the request of his family.
His life here, was to watch over the five-acre graveyard.
Which is on a hill surrounded by open fields, and industrial businesses.
Most of the gravestones, are broken and weathered by the rain and sun.
Pepper trees, shade parts of the area and the weeds fill in, where the grasses won't grow.
His death is another chapter in the history of tragedies, that fills this place with sorrow.
This place that sits, at the water's edge, in Riverside, California.
