This is a story that was told me my by my grandpa when I was a kid, he swears it's true! He was a much younger man then, mid-teens...and had been out all evening hanging out with his friends. He realized that he had lost track of time when he noticed that dusk was setting in. Saying bye to his buddies he took off for home, in a hurry to avoid getting in trouble from his mom. On his way, it dawned on him that if he were to cut through the cemetary, he would be home right on time and wouldn't be in any trouble at all! There was still light out, the kind in the summer when you know darkness is coming but not for awhile still. About halfway through the cemetary, he noticed the sound of footsteps behind him. This didn't strike him as odd at first, it was a bit of a distance away, so obviously else was there tending to their own business. He took a left turn, and noticed that the footsteps still sounded to be behind him, but still a distance away. The cemetary was huge and had hundreds of headstones of all different sized so there could have easily been people or a person there and they would not been able to be seen. Suddenly, the temperature dropped and a soft but noticeable wind started to blow. A panic woke up inside him, but he tried to logic it out in his head so all he did was pick up the pace a bit and walk a little faster. The footsteps increased speed as well, but maintained the same speed as my grandfather, never coming closer but definately there. He walked faster and faster until he was into a run. The footsteps still matched the speed, although everytime he turned around there was still nothing to been seen. Seeing the edge of the cemetary drawing nearer he burst into a full sprint, the footsteps followed! He ran through the gate and at the point where the footsteps would have passed through the gate, they stopped. He slowed down and saw a park bench to sit and catch his breath on. The gate was still in view and he felt safe being on the outside of the cemetary. He started to catch his breath and while calming down began to feel foolish. Just as he started to laugh at himself, the footsteps began again!! Running straight towards him. He was frozen with fear. Still no one was there but the footsteps ran right to where he was on the park bench and slowed down infront of him. Then he felt a weight on the bench as if someone had sat next too him. He heard the whispery but definate sound of someone trying to catch their own breath, and then a slight chuckle. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and then the voice said "We were really running there weren't we?" And then the weight lifted off the bench and footsteps could be heard going back towards the cemetary.
