My friend Mark and I always wanted to try hunting
spirits with a spirit box in Green Hill Cemetery.
Mark bought a high quality spirit box that had scans
from 76 mHz to 86.9 mHz.
Properly equipped, excited, we snuck into the
cemetery late one night.
Mark turned the spirit box on. It crackled
and the spirits started poppin’.
But their voices came in spurts and were
not quite clear:
hello … no … yes … I’m here … dead …
not dead … yellow flower …. green grass ….
Then things got horrifying. The dead began
talking out of
Mark’s head, and Mark dropped the spirit box
and, screaming, fled to his car.
I grabbed the spirit box and tried to catch up
with him, but it was too late.
Mark had vanished somewhere into the
night and I couldn’t find him.
The next day I learned Mark had killed himself
by driving into a semi-trailer truck.
Because of the association of Mark’s death
with the spirit box
it took me a month before I could use it again
at Green Hill Cemetery.
When I turned it on that night, I heard Mark’s
voice: “It’s evil! It will kill you! Get rid of it!”
Shocked, terrified, I shut the spirit box off,
threw it away, and never went spirit hunting again.
Bob Boyd