I first went to the Chinese Graveyard in 1980 at midnight on a dare as a teenager.
My friend had an “occult book” and strange candle. I thought, what the heck, I’m bored. We entered at midnight, he lit the candle, said a few words and a weird wind blew past us….then nothing.
I was not impressed.
I began to explore with my cigarette lighter alone looking at the graves and it became foggy. I thought “that’s weird.” Then, I said sarcastically “Oh great spirit, if you exist, make your presence known.”