One time I was taking pictures in the oldest section of a cemetery. There were a couple of locked mausoleums. They were about the size of garden sheds on the outside but only had a short, narrow, bench width space within (some of them had an actual bench inside). The front windows were clear glass & the back ones were stained glass, so they were fairly well lighted from sunlight. I fiddled with my camera settings, looked up to snap a picture of a particular mausoleum & suddenly realized "*random weird feeling* There's something in front of me." Put down the camera, looked really hard & still felt like "Okay, I'm not just looking at an empty space. A presence is right there." Not something that I could physically see, hear or smell. But there was definitely a young guy sitting in the back right corner on the floor, leaning his head & arms on his tucked up knees & feeling sad + confused. And he was in a Civil War uniform. It was just super bizarre
I backed off taking a picture in that spot. Didn't even think to check the name & date first like I usually do, so no idea who belonged to that particular one.