It happened last year in Uberlingen, a small suburb town in south Germany. It was dusk, almost nightfall, and me and my friends were walking through the graveyard on the way to a party. The graveyard in itself is pretty clean and well kept, but has a older portion as well as a newer portion. Me, my girlfriend, and another friend were almost at the end of the graveyard when he gets a call. Two of our friends were lost and we explained them the way through the grave. They said they would be there in 5 minutes. We were not scared, to tell you the truth, I did not even believe in ghosts (100%) until this night. It was already a black sky and a crescent moon light some of the way. My girlfriend took out a cigarette and began to smoke. Watching her cigarette being the only glimpse of light, hiding her body, gave me a brilliant idea, that I would later regret. Quickly, before the others got here, I came up with a plan to spook them. It was supposed to be nothing more then a prank before a party to ease up the mood but then things went downhill.
We were not sure in which portion of the cemetery we were (new or old) but the plan was that my friend and I hide behind a large gravestone which was facing the path and wait until they pass by. My girlfriend would smoke and pretend to be talking to someone. And so we tried it.
It went great, the others came by the path and fell for the trap, as my girlfriend waved to them we jumped from behind the gravestone and grabbed them on the back. They were scared, but eventually broke out laughing just like we did. Everything fine, just a dumb child prank right, wrong.
We were gathered around in a semicircle laughing how they nearly peed themselves and blahblahblah, when we all began to sweat. It was late summer, early fall, and in Germany those are cool temperatures, at least not to sweat at night. My girlfriend jumped to me all of a sudden and began saying that she heard something. (Imagine the atmosphere in a dark graveyard, when someone says I heard something) I was beginning to sweat hard and just wanted to get out of there and party. We had about 500 meters until we were out, the path was long but paved and like I said, covered in headstones that were facing the path. We slowly made our way when she stopped yet again and said she heard something, except this time I heard something too. I think we all heard something coming from behind us, so we turn around and blast our phones in the direction trying to see who was there. No one.
And then we turned around again and were about to go on our way, when standing in front of us, lit up a little bit by the moonlight, a boy, no older then we were, in rags. I am not sure who ran first, all I know is that we all scattered. It was every man for himself.
My girlfriend and I made it out of the graveyard first and quickly were followed by the others. We did not stop there however. We sprinted the 1 Kilometer we had left, never looking back, just screaming. As we came to the party we stopped and looked at each other. You could see the fear in every ones' eyes.
The whole time at the party however I could not party, I just kept thinking what was that. Maybe the caretaker trying to kick us out, maybe a poor old lady who was visiting after hours... Maybe a ghost.
The next morning me and my girlfriend went to the grave again (the sun was already up) and examined the gravestones. The gravestone where I was hiding to scare my friends was a 15 year old boy, the one next to him was his older brother (17). Although that was spooky enough, nothing made sense anymore. In that moment the caretaker came and we asked him whether it was him last night.
His denial of being anywhere near the graveyard last night was spooky enough, but then he explained to us the two brothers. They were (sadly) WWII victims. A grenade had been thrown in their room, falling closer to the younger brother, ripping him to shreds. His older brother took a heavy shrapnel hit and died as well. They say that the body of the younger one could not be found anymore (under the rubble) and he was buried only with his skull and left leg, while his brother whole. After the war a monument was erected in their names, a kind of "look what war does" thing. So the legend says.
Their headstones were what remained of the monument, the rest was destroyed after a lightning bolt struck a nearby tree and caused it to fall on the monument.
Once the caretaker left I fell on my knees and gave for forgiveness. I don't know why, I am not spiritual (at least not strongly) nor was I even sure if I believed it all, but I just felt the need to apologize for running around their graves at night, very disrespectful of me I know.
And the worse part came now, weeds had grown over the older brothers headstone and I just felt the need to cut them. My girlfriend held back the weeds while I chopped them off. What was revealed under the jungle was a picture, of the exact same boy we saw the night before, standing in front of us. Or at least that was him from what we could tell.
Startled we jumped back yet again, but then smiled. My girlfriend said "big brother wanted to protect little brother, just like you always protect me"
To be honest, I could not believe any of this, its almost like a nightmare, but I smiled looking at the picture. All of a sudden a strong wind blew, as trying to signal us something. We sat there for another 5 minutes before we got up and went home.
Pranks in a graveyard, day or night, NEVER AGAIN! That was one freaking scary night for us. And the fact that it happened to me was even more scary, back then I was the last person who believed in something like that.