It was late at night around 2:30am when I had awoken from a strange dream that I had about a graveyard. These dreams had been happening ever since my incident with an Ouija Board.
I got dressed and headed out for a drive to clear my head and about 10 minutes into the drive, I felt an urge, a craving, to go to a graveyard. There was no second thought about it. The one I was suddenly craving to go to was called the Municipal Cemetary and there were actually 2 of them right across the street from one another. One graveyard had a bunch of trees and the other was treeless. I wanted to go into the treeless one, since the thought of being in a dark cemetery infested with creepy trees was just a terrifying thought to me.
I park my car in an empty parking lot near the treeless cemetary and started walking around the large gate, looking for a way in.
After about 5 minutes of searching, I found a rather large hole that appeared to have been cut out with bolt cutters, in the gate. I slipped through and started my random walk around the cemetary. I had no aim, no purpose for doing what I was doing, it was more like an urge, a calling. I didn't want to relate it to my dream but, it was like I had to. What was there that I had to find?
In the past, I've had a lot of luck in communicating with the veteran graves at any haunted place or graveyards that I would go to. My physic said she even had no idea why they were so attracted to me and my being. Knowing this, I wandered until I finally started walking into veteran territory. I felt at ease but also as if something was off.
I tend to always brush these "off" feelings due to my stubbornness which I eventually learned how to quit doing. Usually when I'm with the veterans I feel a sense of safety. As if there were any evil spirit around, the veterans had my back. Until this night...
I started to walk past each veteran grave and read their names aloud but to myself and took the time to actually look at when they were born to when they passed and what they did in the military. What they "were" in the military. It always fascinated me.
As I was doing this, I started to gain this very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. As if I were all of a sudden alone, in the dark (Which most people would think I was in the first place if they wanted to be hypocritical lol) but anyways, I froze where I stood, and started looking in all directions, waiting on something to jump at me from the darkness. Finally coming to actual reality. I was alone... In the dark.
As hard as it was for me to stay as calm as possible, the calmer I got, the more I came back to reality and realized that I was in the dark, all alone, in a freaking cemetary, whatever trance I was under, wore off.
I looked behind me to see the figure of a man in the distance by a tombstone, looking down at it. Seeing him made me feel so much calmer. I remember thinking that I was just so glad there was someone else in the graveyard at the time. I didn't care what they were doing there at 3 in the morning like I was. I was just glad they were there. I wasn't alone... Or so I thought.
Though I was relieved that this... Man was here, I couldn't help but watch him. He was just a shadow in the distance, the only way I could tell it was a man was only by squinting. He was standing in front of a grave, looking down at it. He had one hand in a pocket and the other was being used to smoke his cigarette. When I thought I had analyzed him long enough, I went back to looking at graves for a second but, something still didn't feel right.
I stopped yet again and turned to look at him one last time and chills went throughout my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mind was playing tricks on me.
This man was making the motions of smoking his cigarette. Just like a typical normal human would. A LIVING human being. The only thing I hadn't noticed the first time that I saw him, was the WAY his cigarette looked. It caught me off guard.
As he would raise the cigarette up to his mouth to take a puff, the cherry of that cigarette didn't show as a normal one would. In fact, the cherry on his cigarette didn't show at all, the whole time he had been there smoking.
Out of no where, this man had suddenly dropped his cherryless cigarette and bolted in my direction without any warning whatsoever. The "fight or flight" reaction kicked into my body and soul without hesitation and I bolted the opposite direction.
I avoided as many tombstones that I possibly could whether it be I had to jump over them or simply go around. I didn't dare look back, as badly as I wanted to.
This man was on my case guys. I could hear his heavy breathing and heavy footsteps getting closer and closer was making me push my body to it's max. What made this so much worse, is that I could hear him wheezing. Hard. While he was chasing me!
Just when I thought I was about to feel his fingers touch the back of my neck, I jumped through the hole in the gate where I came in through, scraping up my arm badly on the cut up fence pieces.
I quickly stood up and ran to my car and locked myself in and started the car to finally realize the man that had chased me wasn't anywhere nearby. When I thought about it, the heavy footsteps and wheezing behind me had stopped as soon as I jumped through the gate.
Later on that day, I phoned my physic and told her everything. She scolded me for knowing better than to let temptations get the best of me.
She was on the fence about what happened. She thinks either I encountered a very dominant war veteran, or an actual human being that was trying to harm me.
It still haunts me to this day. The most haunting part is the unknown. Did I upset a spirit? Or did I escape my very fate? It always lingers in the back of my mind. Typing it brought back all of the frightening feelings I had that day but, I've gotten some pretty helpful comments on my previous stories on my encounters so I'm hoping to get some on this one as well. Or at least some closure I guess you could say.
I would like everyone else's outlook and comments on what you Thank you for taking the time to read this💙
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