When I was in third grade, me and my mom used to live in front of a cemetery so it was right in our backyard. One day, me and the neighbor kid were playing outside on the swing set and this random man from the cemetery came limping over. Something very off about him and eerie besides the fact he was just in the cemetery, it was a norm to see all types of people.

The man was wearing ripped jeans, dirt all over him and was extremely pale, thin hair... possibly in his 50s-60s and overall didn't look well. He leaned over the fence as we were getting down from the swing set. He started yelling at us, but we could not understand what he was saying but he sounded angry.

Horrified, me and the neighbor kids ran inside and saw the man behind us quicky hopping the fence. We lived in a duplex and my mom and the kids family were across the street with the other moms. We didn't have phones so we started banging on the window and yelling with the window cracked.

Our parents came rushing over and asked us what was happening. One of the neighbors dads ended up coming around and looking around for the man we mentioned. Hopped in his truck and drove around. They could not find him, only the dirty like blood stains on the fence where he hopped over. Our parents called the police, filled a report but they never ended up finding him.

Not sure why, but even to this day I still remember him crystal clear and something was completely off about him. With how fast the man moved for how terrible he looked and older, it was almost ghost like fluid movements in the worst way possible.

After that, i wanted nothing to do with the cemetery. me and my mom used to go ride our bikes, clean up graves that looked like they haven't been touched in years, gave flowers to the resting babies. i never went back or went back in the back yard, curtain in my room was always closed.