Similar kind of thing, riding through a cemetary at night on my pedal bike when I was 14ish. Pitch black and it went really cold. I heard something which made me jumpy so I pedalled like fook and there was a path at the bottom of a short hill what joined the one I was on and this figure of a bloke was moving towards my path at a rate of knots and I shat myself and went for it. As I went past I glanced up and saw nothing but I just got out the gates and glanced back and it was standing where the paths met. I kept going flat out till I got home. Aint been back in since.