Kerr
by Bill
Back when I was about 12 or 13, I had a friend who pretty much lived at my house and vice-versa. We were inseparable at the time. Anyway, neither he nor I had two nickels to rub together, so we needed to discover a way to have easy, and inexpensive fun. For a while, we had ourselves hooked on ‘playing around’ with the Ouija board.
He and I decide to try the thing in a local cemetery. We get there and sit down under a tree and get the pointer moving. We quickly make contact with someone who called themselves B. Kerr. We sat there, and asked the normal stupid questions for a while, and finally asked it if it’s remains could be found in that particular cemetery. This thing told me to look behind me and to the left, and there would be a large tree next to a smaller bush. Of course, when I turned around to look, that’s exactly what I saw.
We stopped, and went over to the tree. Right between the tree and the bush there was a gravestone. The name on it was William Kerr. That day proved to me that the board was real.
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