Brafford Cemetery - Grays, Kentucky

One day, my grandmother told us kids, that if we take a silver coin to the
grave of someone we could tell if that person went to heaven or hell.
She said if the coin simply lay there, the person was peacefully sleeping,
heaven-bound or already inside the pearly gates. But.. if the coin sank,
we could be sure that the person was greedy and was even from the grave
reaching out for the silver..and definately hellbound, or reaching from
the pits of hell to claim the coin.

Neat story.. we wanted to give it a try. The only problem, was that we didn't
have a solid silver coin. We were, however, able to filtch a solid silver fork
from my grandmother's spoon drawer. We figured greed was greed, and silver was
silver, so we 'borrowed' it and headed out for Brafford Cemetery.

It was a hot summer evening, and there were about 5 of us. Laughing and joking
around, we walked maybe 3, 4 miles from my grandmother's house, to the cemetery,
wondering if the fork would sink or stay put. One of us piped up and said
surely someone in that eerie cemetery had gone to hell, we'd just keep trying
until the fork sank.

At the beginning of the graveyard, we lost our bravado. It was starting to get
dark, and that really was one creepy cemetery. Just up the road going inside,
we chose the very first grave. The one closest to the way out, should we need to
run.

I stuck the fork spang into the middle of the grave by the tines, and as we leaned,
deathly quiet, all of us holding our breaths watching, that damned fork did indeed
start sinking down into that grave! Once we were all certain of what we were seeing,
we shrieked and turned, high-tailing it the hell out of that graveyard and back to
my grandmother's house. I think we covered that 4 miles in less than 5 minutes.

I have no explanation about why the fork did sink, it did. We all watched it. Well...
in all honesty, we watched it sink past the tines to about 3/4 of the handle before
we took off running. The next day, in broad daylight we went back, just to see if
the fork was really gone, snatched beneath that grave, or if it was still standing
there - some kind of.. group hypnosis maybe making us all just think we saw it going
under... but the fork was indeed gone.

When I went back a couple of months ago, to get these photos for my card shop,
I looked for that grave, to specifically get a shot of it for my cards, but for
the life of me I couldn't find a headstone marking a grave anywhere near the
sign saying "Brafford Cemetery"

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