I was staying over a friends house one night when I was about 12 years old when her brother came in pale and scared to death. This was his tale:
It was real late and TW's car had broke down and he had to walk home. His journey took him by this particular grave yard. Upon passing the entrance he felt like he was being followed. He looked behind him but there wasnt anything there so he continued to walk on. After taking a couple of steps every hair on the back of his neck stood up and he heard footsteps running toward him. TW started running as fast as he could all the way home with out ever looking back.
There are tales of people seeing mysterious fog hovering over the graves and tiny golden lights appearing from nowhere.