Be Careful in the Cemetery!

My mom told me about a man named John. She worked for a taxi company at the time and drove John to his house. Everybody called this guy "prickly face" and no one knew why he had that nickname. So, my mom asked him. He said that he didn't like to talk about it or to be called "prickly face." All he said was that he preferred to be called by his real name, and he was on the verge of tears.

He finally confided in my mom that he went to a local cemetery one time and got attacked by ghosts, and I think that is how he got his nickname. I believe this place is haunted because years later, a kid named Ryan said that he got scratched on his face at the same cemetery!

My mom knows John and he is really nice and he confided in her about the ghosts. Now, this other kid gets attacked at the same place. That cemetery seems haunted to me.