Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Though my personal paranormal encounter does not include any gruesome experiences with an Ouija board like some of the others on the site, the ordeal still shocked me quite a bit. My experience has not had a great impact on my life other than the fact I can still remember every detail because of how startling it was and the fact that I now believe in a paranormal or supernatural presence.

My father had always dreamt of owning a house with a relatively large sized yard so when we were financially capable we moved across town to a relatively new house situated on top of a hill. The only family we considered neighbors owned a small sheep farm next door in the original farmhouse built in the early 1900′s. The road our new home was off of (which I shall call Tom Duncan Rd so I do not distribute my family’s address) was named after the man who built and lived in the farmhouse to his death. Eventually, the family next door moved away to another one of their farms and my father bought the lot next door afraid the space would be used to make a neighborhood or trailer park.

As I grew up I started to gain responsibilities cutting the grass with the smaller of our two tractors. On one particularly humid spring day when I was a sophomore in high school I decided to wait until the evening to cut the grass. Since the tractor had lights the dimming sunlight would not stop me from seeing my way around the yard. By the time I finished it had been dark for what I assumed to be about an hour or so, and a fog had started to creep into the valleys on either side of our hill. Excited to be done with my chore, I rode over to the shed to put up our tractor.

Once I had backed the tractor away up into the shed, I turned and was struck with a sight that I will never forget.  I witnessed a relatively short man in overalls walking from the field adjacent to our shed towards our barn slumped over in a tired sort of manner as if he had just come in from a hard day’s work. The man seemed to be slightly shrouded in a mist not unlike the sliver spray of blurred haze in the valleys below. As I stood there stunned in silence I noticed his gaze was fixed upon the barn, unaware of my presence. Upon this observation I drew in a deep breath cautiously relaxing myself, and became quickly intoxicated with the increasingly appealing idea to attempt contact with the being. Upon my courage growing I heard myself belt out a greeting aimed at the stranger.

Whether the man could hear me but due to the exhaustion of the day’s work ignored my attempt at contact or simply because he could not hear me due to our worlds being separated by a paranormal or supernatural power, he continued onward through the wall of the barn. Once the man slipped away out of my sight, the mist that had once shrouded the entity hit the wall and rapidly dissolved into the night. At this instance I sprinted back to my house at a speed that rivaled the swiftness the man’s mist had evaporated.

I later learned the original barn had been demolished and the remains, to bluntly put it, bulldozed into the backwoods down the hill many years ago; however the new barn was in the same spot where the former had stood. Undoubtedly, I was stunned at first to encounter what seemed to be some sort of ghost but looking back I did not seem to be in any danger as the spirit seemed to be a residual haunting and was unaware I was standing there with my mouth open in disbelief.

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