“My wife and I and a friend of ours were exploring an abandoned state run school for troubled youth with a very nasty history that includes the torture and death of some of the students. Behind the campus through some woods was a grave site with a couple dozen simple crosses to mark the graves. My wife and I were working on photographing the crosses and our friend was wondering around the grave site probably 50 feet away from us. He hurries over to us with eyes as big as saucers and tells us he saw someone in the woods watching us. Considering how we were not in our home town, trespassing, and near a county jail we packed our gear up quickly and started heading back the way we came. We would stop every so often in the woods between the grave site and the school to watch and listen. I never saw the person that was supposedly watching us but I did hear someone else walking through the woods after us.”