This was in the early 70's. My brother, a friend Gayle and I went to the cemetary one afternoon and had my Dad's car. We arrived there around 2:00pm and got out exploring the area. We went to jump across the shallow creek and there we seen a black and brown doberman dog lying there with a large brick in the side of the dogs head. Blood was oozing out like it had just happened. We all looked at each other scared to death and about that time we heard a horn honking. We had locked my Dad's car up but we were running as fast as we could to see who was honking the horn and what car... When we got back to the car, the drivers' side was open and no one in sight. We all three jumped into the car and floored the gas pedal and could hardly talk. This was just one of several times we had been out there and weird unbelievable things occurred. The police caught us later in the 70's and we had 3 car loads of friends with us and the police told us that we should never go there again at night because they couldn't be responsible for us. None of us have been back since. We all have seen the old lady and always went back to see her again and again. We were very crazy back in the day and now I think...Wholly crap!