Not supernatural, but very much on topic...
My mum told me about something that happened to a mate of hers on his way home from a drinking session.
The man in question was about 6ft tall but incredibly lanky, with platinum blonde hair and pale skin and of the Gothic/Punk persuasion. He probably looked quite menacing to some people but he was the absolute definition of the 'gentle giant'.
So anyway, he's on his way home when he spots a large group of pissed-up young chavs and chavettes coming down the street towards him. Our protagonist starts shitting bricks at this point thinking he's going to get the crap beat out of him. Just as all hope seems lost he hops over the nearest wall which puts him bang in the middle of a graveyard. He decides to hide here behind the graves 'til the group has passed. Only they don't. They stop and hang out at the wall he's just hopped over. So he's sitting there, mulling over his options when he decides to have a peak and see if he can get around. He pops his head over the grave only to see one of the chavettes looking right at him.

Lets take a moment to review the situation. Pale, skinny man in a graveyard peering out from behind a gravestone.

The chavette starts screaming in primal fear at the rest of the group to turn around to see the ghost but he's already ducked back down. "Fuck" he thinks and decides to just wait it out.
After a while the sounds of the pissed-up group have long passed and he decides it's time to leave. Up he gets, only the group hasn't left and the SAME GIRL is once again staring right at him and once again screams at the top of her lungs. Luckily the group got freaked out enough to leave and our pale hero made it home safely, if not at least shaken up...

Not so much experiencing the unexplained as becoming the unexplained.
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