I used to bowhunt 50 acres which were behind an old old black church. This church had a slave cemetary behind it and a newer set of gravesites next the slave site. The minister there would let me sleep in my truck and walk across the cemetary and I thought I had a pretty good walkway set up in the dark walking past headstones as my trail markers. Hurricane Hugo came thru in '89 and thoroughly soaked and tore up my hunting area. Hugo hit on Friday and I went hunting 2 Saturdays later hoping it had dried out. Im crossing the graveyard in the dark taking my tried and true trail. Suddenly my feet go out from under me and im falling straight down 4 feet. The old slave graves were very shallow and i was chest deep in a grave with perfectly looking normal land around my chest. it looked like i had been planted.my feet were not touching anything. they were in an old coffin i think. after about 20 seconds i scrambled out. the headstone only said "miss annie". i told the minister what had happened and it was repaired but i always would appoligize to miss annie as i walked past there in dark from that point on.