Back In high school, I had this one buddy who lived in a converted morgue and funeral parlor which had been here since the 1700s. He had always told us stories about how his home was incredibly haunted, and that he would see orbs and shadows and people and that electronics would start by themselves regularly in the house.
Come Junior year, we were all pretty heavy into partying, smoking, and having parties and whatnot, and we had decided to start using his home as our crash pad because his family was never home, and that they were liberal and didn't give a shit to begin with.
When we started partying there, we would always get shitfaced and walk to the old cemetery which was maybe 4 or so houses down, and we would go walk around and "ghost hunt." Mind you, this was around 06-08 when paranormal shows were popular, and we just wanted to dick around and do similar things for a scare.
So, on the first occasion we visited, before we even had a drink or got high, we decided to walk the cemetery in the dead of night. This thing was straight out of a Stephen King novel. Rolling hills, enclosed by trees like a fortress, and it managed to go back into the land forever. It was one of the creepiest places I think I've seen in my entire life.
Anyways, we decide to walk down the main
Path which leads to the moseliums, and all of us decide to walk into one of the disturbed crypts and sit around and chill. Nothing incredibly out of the ordinary was happening, so we said fuck it and decided to get back to the house and go party.
As all of us begin to walk back up the path, one of my buddies mentions that down the hill, there is now a glowing lantern down by one of the headstones off into the distance. Initially, we all called bullshit and told him to shut his mouth, but when we looked there was actually a little flame near the stone. All of us looked at this light in shock, and we started to walk faster to get out of there sooner. We made a joke out of it and most of us did that nervous laugh and were like "what the fuck is that? Haha. What the fuck?!" So we keep speed walking to the main entrance which was this big gate, and all of a sudden my buddy goes "holy fuck." We all looked at him and saw that he was pointing to the trees maybe 40-50 feet away from the gate, and there was the shadow of a tall man looking in our direction.
We ran for dear life. It was a fucking mess. Some of us fell on the gravel, I could hardly run because at the time I was out of shape so I'm whispering "slow down! I can't keep up" and one of the kids lost their shoe.
We all eventually made it to the house, and had a good laugh about what we saw, even though we were all freaked the fuck out. So we start to get out the drinks, and here's where the night continues. As we begin drinking, the microwave in my buddy's kitchen keeps turning on and off. We were like "what the fuck is that?" He said "see, I told you this shit happens." So every hour or so you could hear the door on the microwave latch shut, and it would beep. After that, not a whole lot happened for a while. We sat there, laughed, drank, and went about business as usual.
So we throw on a stupid movie, and we are all just chilling in the dark in the living room, and all of a sudden the one door in the living room slams and we heard scratching on the other side. All of us jumpped, and we slammed the door open and nobody was on the other side. We all looked at one another like "what the fuck?" And somehow, be in the power of alcahol or weed, we went about like nothing happened.
At one point near the end of the night, one of my friends got way too drunk. He was falling over and started spouting some bullshit about a man standing around looking at us, and that he was dressed in this old Victorian looking clothing, and that his name was Luke and that he followed us from the cemetery. This bothered us so bad my one buddy threatened to punch him if he didn't shut up.
We all decided it was time for bed, so we all crashed but nobody could sleep. I laid there and tried to build a protective layer of blankets around me because I was so freaked, and I slept with the main blanket over my head. The strange part was that the moment all the lights went out and people actually started falling asleep, you could tell that there was a heavy feeling in the room. You could feel something, whatever it was, watching you. Eventually, I got so freaked I passed out, and woke up around 10 the following morning.
At 12 or so, we all got ourselves together, had some Dunkin donuts, and talked about the previous night. We brought up all the shit that happened, had a good laugh, and tried to enjoy the rest of our weekend.
Before we all left, we felt like we had to have a walk. Nobody felt particularly well, so we thought fresh air would be the best. We decided that now that it's daytime, we should go back to the cemetery and go to the spot we saw the lantern at.
So we walked past the gate, walked down to the spot we were at, and pointed at the grave we saw the light coming from. From the angle we had saw the light previously, we only saw the back of the stone and the light hovering near it. We had mentioned to my one buddy that he said that someone had followed us from the cemetery, and he just kind of looked at us like "I don't remember."
So we walk down to the spot, find the exact grave, and we all turned around to see what name was written on the front of the burial site. The stone was limestone and it had been destroyed by the elements, but we all gathered around and looked at it and we could make out the first name:
"Luke
1745-1789"