I've always been fascinated by the paranormal but had never experienced anything more serious than a 'creepy' feeling. Now that I have, I find that it is difficult to find people who will take me seriously and not freak out. Most of my friends don't know about the following occurrence because they can't handle the thought of ghosts inhabiting the world with us. Now that I have a receptive audience ....
For spring break a bunch of my friends and I decided to go on a road trip. Our first overnight stop was in Delta, CO. It was the hometown of two of the people on the trip. One of them, Kelly, is more interested in the paranormal than I am. (In fact, he is the one who showed me this page :)) He asked us all to visit an old cemetery with him. This cemetery has basically been abandoned. Several of Kelly's friends who claim to be sensitive have reported things from bad feelings to black 'clouds' above it. I do not consider myself to be sensitive and thought it would be fun to go and see how my other friends (the ones I know freak out over such things) reacted.
We arrived at the cemetery at 11:00 PM. It was a new moon so there was no light except the stars. The cemetery is at the top of a hill with a trail up to it. It is surrounded by a broken-down wire fence and a small gate that is very rickety and almost never locked. We all entered the cemetery and started walking. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness we saw that the graves were covered with stones and that most of the headstones had toppled from neglect. At the back of the cemetery there were three large cast iron headstones. Kelly started taking pictures with a Polaroid. After a few minutes, we all started getting really uncomfortable, like we should leave. Kelly finished his film and we all headed out of the cemetery. I was the first one out. A little way down the trail, I felt someone (something?) pushing on my lower back. I actually fell. I thought one of my friends had accidentally pushed me but when I turned, they were all still at the gate (10 feet away). When we got back to our van, I realized my back was stinging. I didn't say anything because I knew some of my friends would freak out. Later, Kelly looked at my back. There were several scratches right where I had felt that push! Our pictures showed some strange unexplainable lights. I've also got a picture of my back. The scratches almost match some strange stratches on one of the cast iron headstones.