creepy encounters on a cold rainy night in paris

Yes, this is a real cemetery photographed from what appeared to be a blood-drenched bridge. I deleted the video of it on my phone that I did not take. I discovered it when I returned home. It was accompanied by a deep, serrated voice whose words were too slow to clearly distinguish, but sounded like a long-dead entity threatening me and all that I loved.  I let my niece who was with me crossing that bridge see and hear it first to corroborate its existence. She was just as anxious as me to have it deleted.