It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. the Black Stone.

My family and I used to go camping a lot when I was younger.

Camping consisted of renting a cabin in the woods and spending a little time in the wilderness.

We consistently rented this cabin in Pennsylvania where we would spend long weekends when everyone in the family had some time off.

My two brothers and I, each being in the nine through 12 year old range, would always run off into the

woods and just play around while my parents did whatever.

The cabin was on a mountain.

If you followed a dirt road a ways past the cabin, the forest would open and there was a large

field on top.

The field was about the size of a football field.

Near the edge of the field, on the far side, was a graveyard.

The graveyard was pretty small, about 20 graves, surrounded by a wrought iron fence.

The fence was about 10 to 12 feet tall, with gothicish spikes on the top.

The fence had a gate, but it was locked with a thick rusty chain and padlock.

Being kids, we were able to spread the gates apart enough to squeeze through.

The small gravestones were very old and worn.

I remember seeing one dated 1890-something.

On top of one of the graves graves just resting on it was a smooth

black stone. It looked like onyx or something a little smaller than a golf ball

but not perfectly round. My older brother pocketed it and we played around a little then left.

Back at the cabin which had one bedroom where my parents stayed and a large living room kitchen

where we stayed we were hanging out while my parents were sleeping in bed.

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