Near my home there is a graveyard. My Step Mum thought it would be fun to hang out at this graveyard. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But because Mum said that we were going to do it, that means we were going to do it. So, straight off, when we get inside the fences of this place there is a grave with a large stone piano. My little sister goes up to it and pretends to be playing it. I, being the only one in my family who has deals with ghosts and paranormal activity on a daily basis, say something along the lines of "we should be careful." Mum gives me a glare and snaps some pictures of my little sister. Big mistake on her part, but anyway, we continue on. Mum then forces ALL of my immediate family members to take pictures along side gravestones. I refused until she forces me to pose. Later today, reviewing the pictures led us to do a double take. In EVERY picture, there is a man in a dark brown coat and black pants standing in the background. Needless to say, Mum gave me a lot of space to preform a ritual to get rid of the guy, and she threw away the pictures. I'd say that it was a good day.