You're lucky to have gotten out alive.
That is not the impression I got. I felt like I shouldn't be there, but no feeling that he or it was aggressive. He barely even acknowledged us, just a quick glance towards us when we first got there, then another turn and quick look once we got to the bottom of the hill.
This place was pretty far from any civilization, there was no cars there so if it was a guy he would have had to walk like 20 miles to get there, and it was the middle of the day on no particular special day. That is why I discount 'occult' activity or some bum drinking in some forgotten graveyard at Mississinewa lake.
It was either some wierd old guy with a white painted face and a mildewed old clown suit, or some kind of living statue type thing. That is what it looked like to me, a terra cotta statue.
When I was a kid my mom moved us from the kimmelbrook projects to north lima ohio, and it was pretty much endless wilderness. I spent half my childhood and all my adolescence in the woods, and I have seen all sorts of people out in the wilderness. This was something way out of the ordinary, and I wouldn't bother posting it if it was 'An old guy wearing old clothes at a graveyard being still and minding his own business'.