Post #261597 by exotica59 on Thu, Oct 19, 2006 9:14 AM

Gosh Cammo, whata story!
Has a teenager we lived in a very old fashioned farm house that still had all it's barns, chicken coops, stone round milk cooler building, and a little one room house that was a replica of the main house. We kids took that house over and made it our club house. One very warm summers night we begged to sleep out in the tiny house. There was about 6 of us spending the night and we had a great time eating snacks, drinking sodas, and playing cards. No lights in the place, but we had flashlights. Everything was very normal. We finally fell asleep somewhere in the wee hours. I woke up to the sound of one of my friends kinda whimpering in his sleep. He was all sweaty and had the most frightened look on his face. I was about to poke him and tell him to knock it off, when I heard the noise at one of the windows. Sounded just like someone was trying to pry it open from the outside, but I couldn't see anyone. I was scared cause I worried that whatever was out there would try the door next, and we didn't have a lock on the door. I woke everybody up and we all kinda huddled in the middle of the room, barely breathing as we listened to the sounds at the window first, and then as I had feared...steps on the old porch leading to the front door. I absolutely freaked out as did everyone else. We all jumped up started screaming for my parents who were in the main house across the compound. We must have been running around like a bunch of trapped rats or something I don't really remember cause I was so frightened. The last thing I remember is this crack like sound in my head, and brief blinding white light and then coming to, several minutes later. From what I was told, I tripped over my night gown ( while running around, I guess) and fell cracking my forehead on a piece of old farm equipment in the corner of the room.
I'm sure any of you who have ever had a head or face wound know, you bleed like crazy. I was soaked down my face and night gown. The other kids burst out of the little house, and left me laying there! They Got my parents and ran back to find me now looking like I had been dragged part way across the compound. I had grass stains running down the length of my night gown.
Although my parents made light of this at the time.(said one of the others must have dragged me part way.) We never got to sleep outside or get out of their sight ever again while on the property. Many years later my mom told me she was really scared.And had reported it to the sheriff.
Was it a ghost or crazed person, we'll never know.

Fast forward about a 10 years and my husband and I rent a real nice farm house way the heck out several villages away from the nearest town where work can be found. ( unless you're a farmer)
The house had real nice carved wood work and the most beautiful hand carved staircase that I have ever seen for a once working Midwest farm house.The living room could be closed off by a closing two sets of pocket doors. We loved all the hand crafted trims and ideas that were built into the house. Everything except for the upstairs area.
Upstairs was always cold, even in the summer which is very unusual for a farm house. Nobody like to stay in the guest rooms although they looked quite normal and nice. No one felt threatened, just uneasy. At night we would hear strumming of an instrument. We weren't sure what kind, but it didn't sound like a guitar. very calming and relaxing sound though. We just thought it was nice and learned to live with it and even enjoy the music. We alway had one step on the stairs that everyone tripped on and where knew visitors would say what is that glow on the step? It would last a few seconds then fade away. Not in any big hurry, just slowly fade to black. One day we got the notion to see if we could find any relics inside the stair case. We lifted up a step...nothing, pried off the bench seat top carved into the foot of the stairs...nothing. Then I pulled up the cap off the post at the bottom of the stairs. I looked down with a flashlight and saw a scrap of news print. We pulled it out and although very crumbly and yellowed, you could still clearly read the obituary notice. It was of a farmer who had died in a fire in one of the barns that used to stand on the property. We thought whoa! this is wild! We kept the clipping, but things were not to be the same after that. The glow disappeared, the music stopped and the house didn't "feel" right anymore.
We had a fella renting out one of the rooms from us at the time and his bedroom had a door that lead to the attic. He started hearing strange sound up there. We told him he was probably just hearing mice or maybe even bats had found their way in. The noises continued to get louder as the nights wore on. Now they were scaring the dog and he'd cry when he heard them. Then one night after a large party some people stay the night due to the long drive back to town. The dog was laying on the floor, next to my brother who was asleep on the sofa. Without any warning we all at once heard this horrible KA BOOM! the dog jumped on top of my brother knocking him onto the floor. We all then ran out into the halls checking to see what had happened. Nobody knew... The guy with the attic door in his room swore the noise came from up there in the attic. None of us would look. I said right then that tomorrow I would put the news clipping back where I had found it. We stood around talking a bit more, finally going to sleep.
Ten next morning my brother was pounding on our door yelling to wake up and come outside. We dressed and went out to the driveway. There was all our cars parked side by side with bricks laying all over the drive and in between the cars. we all looked up and the chimney on the house was blown to bits! Not a single brick had hit the cars although many fell between the cars. I put back the clipping that very day. Things returned to normal ( for the farm) the music, the glow, everything.. We stayed on a few more months, but sadly had to move closer to town.
not so much scarry as just strange.