When my parents were visiting my moms home town in Europe dad walked over to the cemetery while mom was chatting with some school friends. As he entered the old cemetery there was no one around and he looked straight ahead through a gate at a headstone (since it was quite old there were many that were leaning in all directions). Suddenly the tombstone he was looking at slowly tilted upright with a creaking noise about 5 inches to one side and just as quickly bounced back. My father did a double take and suddenly had the hair rising on his back. He is quite a logical person and doesnt really believe in ghosts etc. And he stood there staring for a minute the tombstone moved again. He thought to himself, I know Im old but Im not that stupid, I must be seeing things. As he slowly entered the gate he noticed a little man that had been out of sight partially hidden by the gate and the fact that the ground sloped downhill. The man was trying to straghten out the headstone with a lever. Apparently hed been hired to take care of the cemetery. Anyway they had a good laugh about it and it turns out he knew my mothe as a kid. petr