When I was 11 I lived in carthage missouri with my "cousin" kimberly. She lved just across the street from a graveyard. One night we were out catching fireflys. When we looked over at the graveyard. There was a group of about 7 dogs. We moved closer, and the started to growl and bare their teeth.

Before we knew what was happening one of the dogs started running towards us and the rest followed. We are both terrified of dogs, so we are running for our lives towards the house. As we looked back we noticed the dogs were appearing to get bigger.

We finally made it to the house and we got inside and locked the door. As we gazed out the window the dogs were gone and there was nothing there but our cat Oliver.

The next day when we went outside we were sure that we had imagined the whole thing. Until on the way back to the house we found smeared paw prints were the dogs had been chasing us. We never went near the graveyard.