I was about 11 and bicycling through a cemetery as the sun was going down. I’d gotten separated from my group, but I was really familiar with the cemetery and knew my way around well, so I was heading back to the exit to wait until I could rejoin the group.
The path I was on ran along the edge of the cemetery where there was a tall fence topped with barbed wire, the whole thing overgrown with ivy. On my left was an older part of the grounds, where there were some low tombstones from the 1800s and early 1900s. I was coming into the foot of a steep hill, so I was pedaling pretty hard and alternating looking down at the gravel path under my wheels and glancing up along the path and out across the open field to my left to see if I could spot any of the others.
I remember I was looking over at a specific tombstone over on my left, one of those tombs with the lamb statue on it that used to be traditional for young children. And I turned to look forward along the path when this pure white thing went right past me, close enough that I could have touched it if I had an arm out. It was upright, around the height of a short person, all white, no real defined features or shape that I remember. My first thought was a rollerblader (?) because there was no walking movement and the speed it was going. I whipped my head around to look behind me, and I couldn’t see the figure.
I don’t know where it could have gone. A person couldn’t have climbed the fence that fast. It was going pretty quick, but I was halfway up the hill and had a clear view along the path all the way to the front of the cemetery and there was no way it could have cleared that entire distance that quick. I looked out across the field to my left, and it wasn’t there either. There were a few headstones over there that could maybe provide cover like the lamb tombstone, but they were all either too small to hide behind or too far away to have gotten to that fast. I stopped my bike and was standing there, looking around, when I realized that whatever that thing was, it hadn’t made any noise. The path was gravel and even from where I was standing with one foot on the ground, I could hear the gravel crunching at even slight movements.
At that point, I started pedaling back up that hill pretty fast and got out of there.
I have another scarier one that took place over several months, but it’s hard to talk about.