Three of us took to the country for A weekend fishing break, We pitched our tent right alongside the trees that seperated the field to the next, Everything was fine and we beded down for our first nights sleep, it was 1.45 and from right out of the blue started very strong whistle winds, As the trees were blowing hard to the tent side we thought better take the tent down and put it up at the otherside of the trees in what we thought was a field for safe reasons. As we pushed our way through the hedges we found to be in a graveyard. It was pitch black in darkness and only knew it was a graveyard as i fell over a head stone and lit my cigarette lighter to see what it was i fell over. As we decided to go straight back to the other field get into our car and move a few mile down the road, A suden change took place that we stood froze finding we could not move with fear. the graveyard come alive in many ways bats were flying low around our heads, and rats were squealing running around, remember we at first could not see one foot in front of us because of darkness, the graveyard had a false sence of light showing everything across the park. grave side shadows from here and there were flying then dissapearing in human likeness, this man made statue stone of human stirred us out but in blood red eyes. our feeling was all the same it was like we are not welcome by this other so hidden world, we heard help crys in soft voices help me please help me, each of us had wide open frightend eyes and stood in one spot without moving we found we could not move with fear or we were glued to the ground to witness thee unbelieved, trees swaying whistling winds sounded our ears yet the funny thing was it was calm at the other side of the burriel park. We never noticed time go past as it was nearly three hours we had been standing, As this was in the month of july summer time first morning light as we all know breaks through gradsually, but this did not happen here as light broke instant as like turning on a house light by a switch. yet outside the graveyard grounds was more darker with little light comimg through at a time. As light filled the graveyard everything fell to sleep. the whistling winds just stopped, the statue stone looked no more than just a monumental stone. Graves sitting all in resting peace, flowers and grass in their colours and early bird out singing. we were to glad hear the out call from happy living, our fear was gone and we found once more to move our one time stiff bodys, We ended our fishing break and went home, was this experience at the graveyard a result of fear imaginations from fright, or was the graveyard showing us the unbelieved excists.