In my teens, in the woods about 15 miles from here, was a place where an old farmhouse had been knocked down. It was all overgrown, woodsy, and probably 1/4 mile off the main road. We used to party back in there, country kids, with the beer somebody's older brother had bought, etc.
Anyway, the house was gone, but it had a root cellar, or storm cellar, with brick walls and a dirt floor. There was a hole maybe 4" around in the rear of it, shelves, etc. You could comfortably get maybe 8 to 10 kids sitting in it, it was fairly large. After about 6 months, we had pretty well explored the local area there and found that there was an old family cemetery in the back, complete with fallen over gravestones, etc. Most were too smooth to read and broken but a good sized one had fallen face down in the dirt, and when we got it up, and brushed it off, it read "Prentice Hall, (I forget the date but it was in the 1800's) and "Died 8 yrs 4 months"
This was the early 1980's, and kids (especially boys) were into heavy metal, and all that nonsense, so we get the not very bright idea to take the gravestone into the root cellar, and prop it on some broken tombstone parts and make a table out of it. We get it all set up, do our thing, and go home.
The following Friday, we get the usual bunch together and head to the cellar. My friend Louie goes in and gets the coleman lantern lit while we're getting the beer and getting unloaded, the boombox, fucking around. Louie comes out, and quick, and is white as a ghost. He wants us to go look. We do, and sitting dead square in the center of that tombstone table is a little girls shoe, and not some osh kosh or buster brown, but an old high top girls victorian era shoe with buttons, covered in mud. That was it, back went the tombstone, right to where we found it, and all the OTHER parts of other tombstones, the stuff went in the car, and we were OUT of there. We didn't go back, either.
I found out about 5-6 years later some local gay kid killed himself down there a year or two after we quit going to it, he got bullied a lot, and the locals filled it with sand and concreted the door shut so no other kids would get to messing around in it.
