After the experience of my first encounter (Sleep over visitor) I became friendly with an older sister of another friend who was at the time delving into White Witchcraft which I knew very little about but I was fascinated by her stories of going to cemeteries late at night and doing little rituals which were based on trying to contact the deceased. Maybe because I was still only 11-12 years old or maybe because I just didn't understand the whole White Witchcraft thing, I was hesitant in being drawn totally into what she was doing but going to the cemetery at night did pique my interest.
The first time I went with her, there was just the two of us and she drove out to some random, middle of nowhere, small but old cemetery, the kind with an old rusted steel picket fence with maybe 4-5 large old trees spread throughout the grounds that you could see the entirety of just by standing at the clichéd creaky front gate. It was surrounded by empty fields which were well lit by the moon which was sitting high in the clear sky and there was a warm but gentle summery breeze blowing the long grasses from side to side. The surroundings would have made a great backdrop to many a horror flick.
I was strangely calm and just hoping that we would have some sort of communication. My newly found friend stood at the entrance gate with her arms held up and widespread and told me she was trying to get permission from one of the "occupants" to help us communicate with them. I was a little bemused by the whole thing to be honest but figured, in my naivety, that if that was needed to get the end result then so be it.
My friend ushered me to a particularly grand old grave where she gave her "thanks" to the spirit who she told me had agreed to help us. She told me to sit cross legged and facing her on top of the grave, which I didn't think was really respectful but she assured me that the person had given permission so I did as she asked. We went into trying to read each other's minds, shapes and colours etc., which we seemed to get right the more we did it but I remember at the time thinking this is not for me and I just wanted to leave. We were having "quiet time" so basically just sitting there meditating which I had barely even heard of at the time never mind actually done before, so she was sitting in front of me with her eyes closed and I was just looking around, thinking to myself that this all seemed like overkill when I saw "someone" running, but about 3 feet off the ground, from behind a headstone to behind a tree then with an almighty crash a large branch which would have been 10-15 feet up the trunk of the tree came crashing down into the night. Needless to say this brought my friend around very quickly and I told her that I just saw someone run behind the tree. Not knowing if it was someone alive, which scared me more, or if it was a spirit we walked cautiously over to the tree and had a look around but could see no-one. We decided it was time to leave but on the way out took a look at the headstone from which this "person" came from and while I can't remember the name, it was a boy of 16 years who had passed over in the early 1900's.
While there was no certain proof that this wasn't an actual person I saw, the fact that we were literally in the middle of nowhere and he didn't seem to be touching the ground as he was running has always left me wondering. I don't believe that whatever I saw had anything to do with the whole WW ritual and after a few other uneventful visits to other cemeteries I was almost sure of it. I participated in a séance with this same friend a few months later which was very eventful and will stay with me forever but made me move away from this particular friend as I wanted to explore the afterlife in my own way. More about the séance (which I would never do again!) another time.