My next encounter comes from when I was a child. I was about 5 or 6 years old at the time. We lived in a home that was owned by my family. My great grandfather had actually built the house decades and decades before I was born. From as far back as I can remember, I saw things and people in that house that no one else could see.
I remember, almost every night, seeing a man that reminded me of a farmer. He wore a white wife beater, with some dirty blue jean overalls above it. He was Caucasian, balding and looked as if he may have been in his forty's. Every time I saw this man he was holding a pitch fork. What was even stranger about this entity was the girl who was with him.
She looked like she may have been in her late teens or early twenties. She was beautiful, but she always looked scared or like something may have been wrong with her. She had long brown curly hair, but it was matted and dirty. He skin was also dirty, along with the brown torn and tattered dress she wore. The farmer man would sometimes smile at me, but the girl would only make eye contact for a few seconds and then look away in fear. Her and the farmer were never apart. If I saw him, I saw her. She would stay beside him, crouched down on the ground, trying her hardest not to be seen. The two would never do anything to me. They would stare but mostly they'd mind their business and wonder through the house while we were sleep.
Although they were calm and peaceful towards me, another spirit in the house was not. To this day I get goosebumps thinking about her. I used to call her, The burnt Lady. She had burn scars from head to toe and only had a few strains of hair left on her head. The fact that she was burnt didn't scare me. It was the fact that she would purposely torment my 5 or 6 year old self every chance she got.
She would rush at me from around corners and make loud noises when I tried to sleep. The one time I got brave, she taught me a lesson I will never forget. One night I was sleeping and awoke to the sound of her tapping on the wall near my bedroom. When I looked towards my bedroom door, there she stood, peaking around the corner at me. Usually, I would panic the second I saw her and I'd start screaming for my mom. This time I decided to be brave and stare at her just as hard as she was staring at me. For a moment she stared right back and she actually seemed surprised at how brave I was being. However, after only a few seconds, that surprise turned to anger. I even remember her face twitching and the way it looked when her muscles tightened up as she became enraged. I can only describe it as a look of hate.
All of a sudden and without warning, she rushed around the corner and ran full speed straight at me. I jumped up and back so hard my head hit the wall behind me. I can still remember and hear the sound of her feet pounding the floor. She rattled the entire room. Obviously, I screamed my head off and my mom came running in. The burnt woman disappeared as soon as the light came on and I sat in bed shaking and crying uncontrollably. After that night, I never challenged her or any other spirit again. When I lie down, I keep my eyes closed.
For a long time I thought I was crazy or that maybe the dark was just playing games with my eyes. However and unfortunately, I found out that wasn't true. Years later when I was in my teens and years after we had moved out of the house. I began asking more question about it and the other home my family owned. It turns out that decades before the block we lived on was a block, it was farm land. There was a main farm house that sat on acres of land and there were even animals and a barn. I'm not sure who owned the farm before my great grandfather obtained it and I never got a chance to ask. He passed away long before I was even born.
Anyway, when I asked my mom why the home I grew up in was not a farm, but a suburban home in a neighborhood, I found out that the farm house had burned down. The entire property was destroyed by the fire. My great grandfather bought the land that the farm once sat on. No one is sure of what caused the fire, but it was so bad it destroyed everything. I've tried many times to research the land and the farm that was once there, but I've never been able to find anything that goes back that far. I'm also not sure if anyone died in the fire. However, like I said, almost every night I would see a man that looked like a farmer, and young Hispanic girl, and a burnt woman. How did my 5 or 6 year old mind know to imagine a farmer and a burnt woman, in a house that was once a farm that had burned to the ground? Why did I see these people or spirits long before I even knew the history of my house? At least I now know I wasn't just seeing things that weren't there...
I remember, almost every night, seeing a man that reminded me of a farmer. He wore a white wife beater, with some dirty blue jean overalls above it. He was Caucasian, balding and looked as if he may have been in his forty's. Every time I saw this man he was holding a pitch fork. What was even stranger about this entity was the girl who was with him.
She looked like she may have been in her late teens or early twenties. She was beautiful, but she always looked scared or like something may have been wrong with her. She had long brown curly hair, but it was matted and dirty. He skin was also dirty, along with the brown torn and tattered dress she wore. The farmer man would sometimes smile at me, but the girl would only make eye contact for a few seconds and then look away in fear. Her and the farmer were never apart. If I saw him, I saw her. She would stay beside him, crouched down on the ground, trying her hardest not to be seen. The two would never do anything to me. They would stare but mostly they'd mind their business and wonder through the house while we were sleep.
Although they were calm and peaceful towards me, another spirit in the house was not. To this day I get goosebumps thinking about her. I used to call her, The burnt Lady. She had burn scars from head to toe and only had a few strains of hair left on her head. The fact that she was burnt didn't scare me. It was the fact that she would purposely torment my 5 or 6 year old self every chance she got.
She would rush at me from around corners and make loud noises when I tried to sleep. The one time I got brave, she taught me a lesson I will never forget. One night I was sleeping and awoke to the sound of her tapping on the wall near my bedroom. When I looked towards my bedroom door, there she stood, peaking around the corner at me. Usually, I would panic the second I saw her and I'd start screaming for my mom. This time I decided to be brave and stare at her just as hard as she was staring at me. For a moment she stared right back and she actually seemed surprised at how brave I was being. However, after only a few seconds, that surprise turned to anger. I even remember her face twitching and the way it looked when her muscles tightened up as she became enraged. I can only describe it as a look of hate.
All of a sudden and without warning, she rushed around the corner and ran full speed straight at me. I jumped up and back so hard my head hit the wall behind me. I can still remember and hear the sound of her feet pounding the floor. She rattled the entire room. Obviously, I screamed my head off and my mom came running in. The burnt woman disappeared as soon as the light came on and I sat in bed shaking and crying uncontrollably. After that night, I never challenged her or any other spirit again. When I lie down, I keep my eyes closed.
For a long time I thought I was crazy or that maybe the dark was just playing games with my eyes. However and unfortunately, I found out that wasn't true. Years later when I was in my teens and years after we had moved out of the house. I began asking more question about it and the other home my family owned. It turns out that decades before the block we lived on was a block, it was farm land. There was a main farm house that sat on acres of land and there were even animals and a barn. I'm not sure who owned the farm before my great grandfather obtained it and I never got a chance to ask. He passed away long before I was even born.
Anyway, when I asked my mom why the home I grew up in was not a farm, but a suburban home in a neighborhood, I found out that the farm house had burned down. The entire property was destroyed by the fire. My great grandfather bought the land that the farm once sat on. No one is sure of what caused the fire, but it was so bad it destroyed everything. I've tried many times to research the land and the farm that was once there, but I've never been able to find anything that goes back that far. I'm also not sure if anyone died in the fire. However, like I said, almost every night I would see a man that looked like a farmer, and young Hispanic girl, and a burnt woman. How did my 5 or 6 year old mind know to imagine a farmer and a burnt woman, in a house that was once a farm that had burned to the ground? Why did I see these people or spirits long before I even knew the history of my house? At least I now know I wasn't just seeing things that weren't there...
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