We all know that all grave yards are haunted in one form or another, but they also have a variety of sprites. This happened when I was about 15. My sister and I were going to hang out with a bunch of friends. Mind that we have always known about this place, but were told never to go there... EVER.
Our friends pick us up and we go to the grave yard, we stay for quite awhile, and it starts to get dark as it was, this place had a sense of foreboding. Well here we are having a blast when weird things start happening, some rocks start flying at us, we looked at our friends and told them to stop that they weren't funny, they said it wasn't them. So we went about our little tour and I happen across a grave that is from like the 1700s, wow that had to be the neatest thing I've ever seen. As I'm studying this grave I hear my sister and my friend chris scream bloody murder! So with flashlight in hand I start running to see what's going on, I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked to see what made them scream.
There in a big oak tree was a person hanging with the most horrible look on his face. You could see every detail of him from the noose to his shoes (which were very old). Then as we were going to the car to leave (at this point we had enough) a huge fog passed the car. This was one of the most terrifying night of my life! I will tell more about this place, because as a teen I didn't learn very well about what not to do. Now I don't go near that place at all, last time I was there my husband decided to be cute and prove to me that it runs from the road, it starts on to the main road (I already knew this).
He takes me through and I'm freaking out, I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen and the whole time I'm telling him this he's like "no we're fine". Well we got stuck in some deep mud! So I start praying my little heart out and saying the psalms, crying my eyes out the whole time. Now karma gets him, as I'm starting to see little clouds. He's outside of the truck and is trying to get us out when he jumps back in freaking out. "What's wrong?" I ask, his response was "something grabbed me!"
He learned that night there was something wrong with that place. We don't even talk about it anymore. I hope every one likes this story. As for the grave yard, its ghosts were treated like really bad when they were alive so I guess that's why they linger still.