I came across this website recently and I figured this could be a good place to tell about my experiences which I had around 10 years ago.
The majority of my family lives in Northwestern Minnesota and I lived in Minneapolis at the time with my immediate family. We would go visit my family up north a couple times each summer and do things like hunting, fishing, going off-roading with ATVs, etc.
Often times, me and my cousin would go off-roading on our ATVs in an area west of a town called Thief River Falls. It's mostly farmland, some forest plots, highways, a few farms and houses along with some gravel roads.
One summer evening around 7pm, I was out with my cousin on our ATVs and the radio which he had on his ATV was set to the NOAA weather radio station which was saying that a Severe Thunderstorm Warning was issued for Pennington County (the county in which we were in) and it was scheduled to arrive in about half an hour. Since he lived about 10 miles south of where we currently were at that point, we decided to start making our way back before the storm hit.
About 5 minutes later, we decided to stop right by an old empty cemetery and church situated about 50 yards ahead of us on the right side of the road to look at the giant Cumulonimbus Cloud that was quickly moving towards us. By this point, the sky started to get a little dark and we could hear the thunder starting to rumble but we figured we had enough time to kill before the storm arrived.
A couple moments after we stopped, I started getting this strange feeling. The best way to describe it was that it like someone was watching us. In fact, I even checked all around me out of instinct but there was no one there except for us two.
I then heard my cousin fire up his ATV and telling me that we should get going. I started up my ATV and proceeded to follow him but I still had this strange feeling that I was being watched. As we got closer to the cemetery, I started to slow down because that feeling I was having was getting stronger and stronger.
As I pass the cemetery gate, I see a man in his 50's or 60's wearing a white short sleeve button-up shirt and a pair of black slacks standing next to a grave looking South, which is the same direction we were headed. However, I quickly noticed that his legs were missing from his knees downward.
I immediately hit the brakes as I could not believe what I was seeing. He then turned his head to look at me and I will never forget that scornful look he had on his face as he stared at me for those few seconds. As he stared at me, I started getting this cold, clammy feeling that one usually gets when scared. After a few seconds, he starts to slowly float towards me at which point I gunned it and got out of there as quickly as I could.
When I checked my rearview mirrors I didn't see anyone or anything behind me but I wasn't going to wait around to find out. My cousin noticed I had stopped and was waiting for me about a quarter of a mile up the road from where I had stopped. I lied to him that I had just seen a couple of deer run across the cemetery and was just watching them frolic about.
That night I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about that legless man was going to be standing over me when I work up in the morning.
From that point on, whenever I visited, I always made sure to never go by that cemetery again because I'm honest to god afraid that he will follow me home if I go by there again.