do share this, I want to see.
I personally have not experienced very many paranormal experiences in my past, aside from about 10 years ago, I was invited to a family members home for a small get together. There were few around, all mostly familiar faces, aside for a small group around a distant family member that I saw more as a friend, so on first impulse I decide to go greet him, along with these new faces. After a handshake and some small talk, I learn that they come from California, visiting for a small getaway from what i assume is their everyday life. Nothing out of the ordinary came of our conversations, other than a small comment one of them made, regarded whether are not we had any haunted locations on our area, thinking about it the only locations that locals would consider haunted, were mostly scare warning that were told to kids, to keep them from sneaking into vacant houses. most knew that it was all a sham, the moment one kid gets brave enough to prove it false, and venture inside.
I personally could not think of anything that would come off as "haunted" in a more mature sense, so I went with the most obvious choice, being the cemetery. Surprisingly the group was interested and wanted to take a ride out there, packed inside a small truck we drive on out there and turn into the gate and park in the center of it all, this is a very dark area in town with little to no lighting, one of the downfalls of living in a rural area, we all get out of the truck, and group up while one of the guests reaches to the cab and pulls a small bag, unzipping it he pulls out a camcorder and boots it up, we have some small talk while he makes adjustments, mostly question of this towns history etc. I really did not tell him much because I myself don't really know too much about the town and its past, aside from stories told by elder family members. Moving on we begin walking around the graveyard, along side each other, I stay near the camera man, just out of curiosity of what he might be seeing, looking through his side display, I see small particles flying about, I think nothing of them due to what I have seen in ghost hunter shows that air quite frequently. everything seems fine nothing really eerie going on other than the fact we are in a graveyard in the middle of the night, until suddenly the camera man comes to a halt, and stops us along with him. I look into his screen and I see no dust particles flying about, just te dead black of night along with the glow of the ground beneath us intensified by the night vision. As he is halted, he mutters "we are not wanted here, we need to go." I really could not register what he was feeling or seeing, but he came off as very spooked, and turned around urging us to follow suit. Before leaving he asks us to do a prayer with him, we did so and moved on out of the graveyard in pretty quick timing.
I am not sure what he saw or what he had him from confident to cold scared, the odd thing is that later I gave it some thought, and I remembered I was told by an uncle of mine that during the time when he was a kid which I would imagine was like the mid 1940's there was a major split between the town between two races and families, and this sort of trend spread-ed from schoolyard scuffles to huge confrontations, I was told that the graveyard was split. and one half held one of the dominating races and families, and the other held the upper crust of the towns population and families, which i would have written off as odd but irrelevant. but when I I really think about it and pass by the graveyard on my drives to and from work, I do notice two different fence lines splitting the land, I wonder if the rumors are true, I wonder if that is what that guy felt?