Post #260514 by Cammo on Fri, Oct 13, 2006 5:49 AM

The Haunted Farmhouse
Part 2

I know these stories sound like a bad Wes Craven movie, but I swear to all the Gods of Tiki that every single thing I’m describing actually happened to either me or my family or our friends.

The odd thing was, we never once thought that farmhouse was haunted. It never occurred to anybody. We all had experiences but we never talked about them because we didn’t want people to think we were crazy. The next morning in the bright daylight it was hard to believe they had happened, even to ourselves. You try to forget it, not explain it. We never connected the dots. So nobody knew what had happened to each other until years later, when Wendy, my brother’s wife, started talking at a party about the house and it all came out.

Like Rod in the kitchen.

Rod was my brother’s best friend in high school, but he was a bit of a bum these days. He was always jumping from job to job, with long months of unemployment between. He was staying at the farmhouse for the first summer they were there, and seemed to have no intention of leaving. Rod was kind of skanky looking, long greasy hair, skinny, short, with a Danny Devito type of face, but in his early 20’s. Can you see this guy? Correct, totally unemployable.

Rod was washing dishes in the kitchen for a change, nobody knows why. And he heard the screen door open behind him. Wendy was outside and she had apparently come back into the house.

“Hey, Wendy, wanna dry?” he asked. There was no answer, but he heard steps and one of the kitchen chairs moved a bit, like somebody was brushing by. The steps, he noticed, were hesitant. They stopped, then came closer.

Stopped again, then closer. Rod didn’t think anything of it. His arms were dripping wet with soapy water, and he was washing down a pan. It was messy work.

The footsteps came closer, then stopped again. They were right behind him. He could feel the person breathing. It was then that he got a funny feeling. Whoever was behind him wasn’t Wendy. He stopped washing, but didn’t want to turn around. The water was hot, but he started feeling cold. Then he heard a rustle behind him, the feet shuffled a bit…

and a hand came up, and rested on his shoulder. He could just see it out of the corner of his eye. Rod had to look around now.

He turned around. Nobody was there.

Rod just stood there with his mouth open, feeling really cold, goosebumps crawling up his arms. Then he jumped up, ran out the front door, yelling “WENDY! WENDY!” She was at the back, sorting out some boxes.

“What?” she yelled back.

But Rod stood there, thinking. What the…? He didn’t tell her then. Wendy always remembered Rod running out of the house, but it wasn’t until years later he told her what had really happened.

And by then everybody had a story. The strangest, and what seemed to really turn that farmhouse into a frightening place, was what happened to my niece, who was just a baby then...