My story takes place nearly two years ago in the spring of 2008. For quite some time now, I have gotten into the habit of relaxing at cemeteries, sometimes with or without friends. Cemeteries were a place for me to relax and be alone or to have serious intellectual conversations with friends and not be bothered by others. I make sure to be quite respectful as I would never try to disgrace a grave or cause trouble!
There was a local cemetery I would frequent back in 2008, going as often as two or three times a week. I usually went with a friend I shall call "Michael". Michael and I would sit on the driveway and talk for hours about the world and humanity and other various topics. One particular night we arrived around 7.00 pm and were hanging out for about ten or so minutes when I suddenly became very panicked and demanded to Michael that we leave right away. This was definitely odd as we had always had very pleasant and peaceful experiences there. Michael looked at me and seemed confused as to why I needed to leave so badly. I could not explain but I knew we were no longer welcomed. We immediately left and later discussed my sudden fear and what we thought could have caused it. We couldn't however offer any sort of valid reason.
The next day things started to get weird and happened right when I got to work. I had the sensation for a few days that I was being followed everywhere... To the break room, to the restroom, to the lunch room. I would look behind me each time because I fully expected to have someone behind me but there was never anyone there. I would see shadows constantly at work for about two weeks. One two occasions, my chair would be pushed quite strongly from behind, shoving me into my desk. Unfortunately, I would be the only one in my department at the time, as my neighbors were at lunch! I would have thought I was losing my mind except that a very psychical phenomenon started happening in the presence of my co workers. Pens and papers and basically anything on my desk would fall off in front of people. There was a joke going around the office that I was "haunted". As much as it worried me, I at least had witnesses so I knew I had not been imagining this.
The last straw came about two and a half weeks after my encounter at the cemetery. It was around 10. 30 at night and I was lying in my bed with the lights off, texting my friends. My door was open because my cat usually would come into my room at night. I was waiting for a friend to pick me up and decided to take a little nap before he arrived. About two minutes into this nap, I was rudely awoken by my mattress shaking towards the end of my bed. It was not a violent sort of shake but definitely enough to wake me. I assumed it was my cat but quickly realized it was not. I can tell you I have never run out of my house so fast before.
After that night I knew I had to do something. I was afraid to go home but I knew it could easily follow me. It seemed silly but I was very serious and asked for it to leave me alone and that I did not mean any harm or disrespect by entering the cemetery. Amazingly enough it worked and I have not had those problems since. I learned a lesson though that sometimes hanging out at cemeteries or anyplace that is generally more spiritually active, can be a bad idea!