This happened autumn last year. I was walking through my local graveyard. About half way through I felt like my stomach tightened and I got a throbbing headache. By now I had come to a stop and my vision blurred. I got a massive wave of nausea which made me double over and close my eyes. I thought I was going to faint but instead the nausea and headache went away. So I got back up and started to walk on.
Without realising I had taken a right angle turn started to head to the back of the graveyard, where all the old gravestones were. I tried to stop but my feet kept on walking, I couldn't control my body. I even tried grabbing hold of a gravestone next to me but I couldn't force my arm up.
Finally I knelt down in front of an old gravestone whose writing had worn off. By now I was feeling very scared so when I felt cold hands on the back of my neck pushing me forward I started to cry. It started to push me further and harder, forcing my face closer to the ground. I was pushing against this force so hard, trying to take advantage.
All the pressure suddenly left and my body flew backwards. Half screaming, half crying I staggered to my feet. I was shaking from the shock and sheer terror I felt.
Everything seemed to go silent when I felt a breath on my neck and then the word "run" whispered in my ear. I screamed and then sprinted home. I didn't tell my parents, I didn't think they would believe me. But now, whenever I go through that graveyard I feel like I'm being watched by someone.