This is the 'church' where the tolling came from. The red truck was there every visit, which totaled 5. First, myself; second with my son; third with my partner who's a channeler; fourth and fifth with the fourth field member, an ex-priest of the Catholic church. When I returned with the channeler, who I shall refer to as Jon, I told him nothing of what I had experienced. In fact, he thought I was taking him to a new bookstore as he also loves old books! I'm so devious...heheheheh...but the only way in which to keep everyone's perceptions uncontaminated. I felt there was nothing there he couldn't handle, as I had opened his abilities for him 8 years prior. I parked across from the cemetery and he questioned me but I told him there was some interesting headstones from the early 1800s he might like to rub (dirty minds! LOL We often did gravestone rubbings! :P ) Anyway, we entered and he immediately picked up on a girl's voice, very soft. He followed it to the large tree and sat below it. I took my recorder out of my purse and turned it on, placing it by his side and walked away. Almost half an hour later I walked back to him as he shifted position. I turned off the recorder and he began the tale of intrigue between realms of reality...