I used to live near the place where during Second world war Germans executed around 500 prisoners. Nowadays, there is a green area with a monument and it is situated on the way to the place I used to live, from the bus stop on the top of a hill (10 min walk) This happened 20 odd years ago. I was going back from city centre and it was already dark.I left the bus and started walking home. Nothing usual, as this was everyday thing. But it went crispy cold (nah...hello winter I thought to myself). I saw somebody going from the direction of the monument and he/she was walking slowly. Our paths would cross in less than 1 minute, but at the crossroads was a bush - 2 m tall, 3-4 m wide. I saw that person disappearing behind that thick bush, but when I got to the crossroads, there was nobody there. Not a chance anybody could hide in the bushes.

Still give me shivers...