Around ten years ago when I was 18 I had an experience that I have been unable to forget or to explain since. I'm not sure what relevance this has to my story but my friend had recently committed suicide aged only 15 years old. As you would expect this hit our group of friends very badly and we were all upset. Whenever we were together having a few beers we would inevitably start talking about our friend and it would be quite emotional.
Very close to where we all lived there is a large old cemetery which is no longer used. The grounds are still maintained but there are no burials anymore and most of the graves are so old that they are no longer visited by relatives of the deceased. Some of the graves are quite spectacular and are considerably larger than the types of headstones used on graves these days. The only visitors to the cemetery are dog walkers which made the area an ideal place for us teenagers to hang out in and drink cider. Not something that I am proud of looking back but we didn't vandalize the place. Much of the cemetery is woodland with winding footpaths where we could walk around after dark and be as noisy as we wanted without attracting the attention of the local residents (our parents!). As cemeteries go, by anyone's standards it is a scary looking place and certainly many people would never want to go there after dark. However we had grown up beside it and had played in it since we were nine years old. We knew the place like the back of our hands and we weren't scared in the slightest when we were there.
One night my friend and I had both been drinking although we were by no means drunk. We got talking about our friend who had recently committed suicide as we walked around the cemetery again and again. This is when I had my experience. From nowhere I suddenly had an overwhelming 'feeling' of what I can only describe as 'impending doom'. It was a horrible, frightening feeling and is something that I had never experienced before or since. I turned to my friend to say something about it but before I opened my mouth he said - and this will go to my own grave - 'did you feel that?!' I can't remember what my response was but we walked on in silence as quickly as we could and went straight out of the cemetery. I was too scared to look back and the 'feeling' didn't follow us. We met up with our friends and told them what had happened and they still remember it to this day.
I have thought about this experience many times since that night and I just can't explain it. I wasn't brought up to be religious and I would describe myself as being very skeptical of most 'supernatural' stories. To be honest, most of the time I think that there must be a simple explanation for this. We were in a cemetery, it was night time and we were talking about our dead friend. It isn't hard to see how that could have spooked us. But other times, I think to myself that there must be more to it than this. We weren't scared of the cemetery. We weren't telling ghost stories. I know what I felt and I know - I *know* - that he felt something at the same time and without me giving any indication that I was also feeling something. I just can't explain it and the scariest thing of all, the thing that scares me even to this day - is if what we felt really was supernatural, then it was evil. Absolutely without question it was evil, and that scares me more than anything.