The boy, whose parents had bought and renovated the house, was returning
home from school. His parents were not due home from work for a little while, so
he took his time as he walked up the long driveway towards the house.
As he got closer he could see one of the curtains being pulled back as if
someone were peeking out at him. Thinking
that it might have been his younger brother, who had been staying with his
grandmother, the boy hurried towards the house.
He soon noticed that he could see that all of the curtains in the front
of the house were being drawn back, as if unseen faces were looking out of all
of the front windows at him. Straining
to see who they were all he could make out were shadows.
It was not the wind, for the weather was calm and he could see where
unseen fingers were holding back the curtains.
As he stood there in silence, the front door slowly opened as if inviting
the boy to enter.
Upon realizing that whoever or whatever holding back the curtains was no
one that he knew, he became frightened and ran into the barn where he climbed up
a ladder and hid in the loft. From
this hiding place he could hear the sounds of someone walking towards the barn.
Suddenly and without warning, the barn doors flew open.
The boy, almost scared witless, tried to remain as quiet as possible
since he heard someone walking below him. Looking
through a crack between the floorboards of the loft he stifled a scream as he
saw footprints being made in the dirt floor as if someone unseen were walking.
As the footprints made their way to the wooden loft ladder, the boy
closed his eyes tightly, and began to pray.
He could hear the creak and groan of the wood as the unseen feet began
their way up the ladder. He began to
pray even harder as the footsteps continued upward.
Then just as it came to the point where the boy would be able to see it,
the thing stopped moving and began to climb back down.
He listened closely as the unseen thing walked out of the barn and
through the yard. A few minutes
later he was flooded with relief as he heard the sound of his fatherís truck
making its way up the long gravel driveway towards the house.
Authorís Note: This story is true. I have included it in this collection because my fascination with the events told here prompted me to read books on strange phenomena. This helped me get a better understanding of the strange world in which we live. Eventually it led me to become a writer of the unusual. I can safely say that this story is true because I was the twelve year old boy, and it was at my home that these events took place. Soon afterwards we moved up the road a bit. There is another family currently living in that house, and as far as I know they have had no strange experiences.
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