posted on Sep, 26 2012 @ 08:37 AM
I am going to share a story from when I was a young teen about a paranormal experience. I am sharing it in the Gray Area because I do not have any
photos or "proof" and the house this occurred at is gone, to my complete dismay. I am sorry this has gotten so long, but I wanted to give the full
story of what led to my creepy experience, rather than just tell the experience.
This happened when I was about 14 years old. A friend of mine, we will call her Amy, lived out in the woods. Near her was a farm house we had heard
was haunted. We had gotten into playing with Ouija boards and basically anything of that sort that we could get our hands on. We had an older friend
who was really into the stuff too, and she had told us she went to this farm house and used a Ouija board with her friends and all kinds of spooky
things happened. I can't remember anymore what those things were.
We decided we were going to stay at my friend Amy's house with our friend Rachel. Rachel's family was Wiccan and she had different crystals,
candles, and a Ouija board for us to use. We planned on sneaking out after Amy's mom went to bed and going to the farm house which was about a mile
away on foot.
So, we all met at Amy's house and waited for her mom to go to sleep. Rachel suddenly decided it was a terrible idea to bring the Ouija board to the
farm house and refused to go. Amy and I begged Rachel to go with us, but she flat out refused and we went without her. We walked down the gravel
road toward the farm house. I remember it was a really cold night and I had to borrow two sweatshirts. Even though it was cold, it was a crystal
clear night. There was an old factory between the farm house and Amy's house. The factory wasn't in use anymore but they still kept it locked up.
We had to climb over the gate entrance to the factory and walk through their parking lot and land. At the end of their land was an electric fence
about waste high to keep wild life out. We had no idea how to know if the fence was on or not, so we carefully climbed between the large area between
Thinking back now, I have no idea what the heck we were doing. Trespassing on two private properties, jumping gates and climbing through electric
fences. We were idiots, haha.
Anyway, we got through all of the obstacles and finally made it to the house. It was a two-story house. It was like a rectangle standing on its end;
tall, and straight up and down. There was a huge tree with a tire swing, two large sheds/garages, and an old VW bug with all the doors open. There
were toys and trash scattered all over the place.
We started by walking around the area and we came across a mound of dirt near the only tree in the yard. It was circled by stones. We teased each
other that it was a grave, but it was probably just a dead flower garden. We walked over to the car, which as I said, had all of its doors open. I
might add that the house had no lights, the car looked abandoned, and the whole place looked abandoned, so we weren't afraid someone lived there.
Anyway, back to the car, it was full of paper. The back seat and both front seats were stacked with random papers. The paper looked like it had just
been thrown in the car as it was not in piles by any means. The only thing other than paper in the car was a 1st place baby contest trophy. It was
too dark to mess with looking at the papers with our flash lights so we just left them.
We assumed the house was probably locked, so we decided to check out the sheds next because their doors were open. The first shed was typical. There
was a lawn mower, more kid's toys, usual garage stuff. The second shed we couldn't actually get into. It had what I would call a half door, and it
was tall. We had to find something to stand on to look inside of it. There was an old car with probably 10 years worth of dirt on it and nothing
else. Then we shined our flash lights on the walls. The walls were covered in spray-painted writing. For the life of me, I cannot remember what the
walls said. I just remember it was weird. The messages didn't make any sense. This actually creeped us out a little and we left the shed.
We decided to try and look in the windows of the house. We stepped up on the tiny porch and looked in. It was too dark to see anything. I tried the
doorknob and it actually opened. We stepped into the house and we were in the kitchen. To our right was an entry way which led to a small dining
room and a staircase. We shined our lights around the kitchen and we both stopped on a wall. The wall was largely splattered with a reddish-brown
color. We wondered if it was blood and we inspected the wall a little closer. There were multiple small holes in the wall and we decided they were
bullet holes and the substance was blood. Really, I have no idea what the stuff was, but it was weird. The refrigerator was an old model from the
50’s or 60’s. It too was splattered in this brownish red substance. I opened the fridge and there was rotten food inside. The smell was
I cautiously looked into the dining room and found more of the same holes in one of the walls but no splatter. I really wanted to go check out the
upstairs but neither of us could get up the nerve to do so.
We walked out of the house and we heard something that spooked us and we took off running back to her house. When we got back, we told our friend
what we had seen and she tried to blow it off. She agreed to go back with us in the morning when it was light. Before bed we tried to mess with
Ouija board but it didn’t do anything interesting.
We finally decided to go to sleep. Amy had a small twin bed and she shared it with Rachel. I opted to sleep on the floor because I can’t sleep if
I’m squished. We turned the light out and everything was quiet for a couple of minutes. I was lying on my back on the floor with my feet pointed
towards the ceiling. Suddenly, something grabbed my foot and shoved it into the floor. I sat straight up and started yelling at my two friends to
knock it off. They swore up and down they had no idea what I was talking about. I didn’t buy that for a second, but I dropped it. I lied back
down on the floor in the same position but this time I kept my eyes open so I could catch which one was messing with me. The room had a big floor to
ceiling window that took up most of a wall so there was quite a bit of light in the room from the flood light coming through the window. I lied on my
back watching and waiting. All of a sudden my foot was grabbed and shoved to the floor again, only with more force. Neither of my friends had
budged. My eyes were on them when my foot was grabbed. I got up screaming and flipped the light on. My friends were tired and completely annoyed
with me at this point. They were sure I had made it up. I refused to sleep on the floor and I sat at the end of the bed crying. There was no way I
wanted to be on the floor with whatever was grabbing my foot. I kept the lights on all night and I didn’t go to sleep. They did go to sleep
because they thought it was a joke, but I sat waiting for whatever it was to come back.