We all used to meet at this place, forest park(link below). It was abandoned, but at one time was to be a beautiful cemetery. I saw a rendering of it, really lush place, it boarders another large cemetery.
A lot of people, mostly us high school kids, would occupy the place, and the local law enforcement would eventually arrive, form a wide interval flank and sweep the place, flashlights everywhere, some people acting a bit foolish, drinking beer, smoking "wheat" but was mostly a halloween bush party, we'd always have a six pack ourselves, but I can remember keg parties in there, the police would just push everyone further into the place, never did seem to be a complete end to the festive halloween'ers visiting the few abandoned graves, was all good fun, no vandalism, though that had been obviously done many years before we were even born. Some people had really trashed the place, lots of stories and folklore surrounding the place.
This place was heavily overgrown, wooded, a lot of bush parties took place there for many years/generations, it has a haunted reputation too. The old empty mausoleum or whatevet it was was one place to meet, but there were other statues in there, again, all the years I went in there, never saw anyone disrespect the place, most were in awe of it.
We'd hide behind old granite grave markers/headstones and wait until the police were close, dodging them carefully between headstones, disappearing into the woods. People were all over making all kinds of festive sounds having a good ole time, the place came alive big time, when I think of halloween, I think of that place, this year ought to be interesting, it's on a friday night. There were some graves, but most were to one side, again, no one was ever malicious, most people here respected graves, cemeteries, only a real jerk, would wreck things and it was about the only time anyone would visit this place, it was always interesting to go there on halloween. With all the people, being haunted did not seem so scary. Somewhere in the middle, towards the left, I stepped onto a slightly depressed area and my leg disappeared into a hole, seemed to have punched through some rotted wood or something, so I suspect, there may have been some cavity or void, possibly a grave, but was completely unmarked, the area of head stones was somewhat kept up and kind of in one area. I can remember hiding behind one with the moonlight, we had some cigars, smoke was rising over the headstones, freaked a few people out, was funny. Was always a few of us, we'd then meet the other strangers, every year it was a bit different.
I never saw anything or heard anything unusual in there, like the folklore that surrounds it, just that foot into that hole that kind of collapsed that one year. I did decide to park along the country club road once and go back in there late at night once, had an M1 Carbine with me, well some of the stories were a little odd, so that made me feel better to have something, just in case, not paranoid or trigger happy by any means, was well trained by then, but having a legal firearm was of comfort and I would not have gone in without one, but after spending several hours in there walking around, never saw or heard a darned thing, never went back after that, and they cleared and cleaned up the place considerably, it was literally a forest then just like the name. I was confronting my fears a bit and was just wondering, what kind of odd things I might see, nothing, they must have been off that night.
Forest Park