This is a rather long story, but I can assure you that you
will be entertained by it. Whenever I tell people about
this they're always amazed, but they believe every word.
Regardless of whether or not you choose to believe it, I
hope you enjoy it.
This all happened to me during the summer of 2002.
I was home from college for the summer, working and spending time
with my best friend, whom I will call Liz.
Liz and I were night owls, and as she and I were completely broke, there
wasn't much to do at night other than drive around.
One night, she was driving and I was telling her where to go.
We weren't going anywhere in particular; when we came to an
intersection I would just tell her which way to turn on a
whim. After about an hour of doing this, she and I ended
up on a country road that was surrounded by corn fields on
either side. The road began to slope downhill and curved
to the left. When we came around the turn we saw an old
church on the left side of the road. Liz and I love
going "ghosthunting", and this church definitely looked
like it could be haunted, so we pulled over and got out to
The front door was boarded up, but the windows were not, so
we peered inside.
There were some benches and an old pair of shoes on the floor, but nothing interesting. Liz and I
started to get bored with the place, so she dared me to knock on the front door. I went and did so, laughing, and
when nothing happened I turned and started to walk away. I was stopped by a sound coming from inside the church. It
was a shuffling sound, almost as if something was dragging its feet across the floor and it was coming towards the
door. I stood where I was, just staring at the boarded-up door, with Liz a bit behind me. The shuffling continued
and then stopped right on the other side of the door. There was silence for a second and then something started
pounding on the door. It sounded as if it was trying to break it down. Liz and I screamed and ran back to her
car, only to find the doors locked. This is very strange because Liz never locks her car, and the only way to lock
the passenger door is for the driver to lean over the seat and manually lock it. Luckily, Liz had taken her keys out
of the ignition so she was able to unlock the car and let me in. All the while, I was casting terrified glances at
the church, from where I could hear the pounding. Once in the car, Liz started it, peeled away and we were off.
Now, you may think that's the end of the story, but it's not. Let me just say that a smart person but probably not
go back to the church, and I, evidently, am not a smart person.
Two nights later I was with my other friend, whom I will
call Jim. Jim is very "in touch" with the spiritual world,
and is very knowledgeable of paranormal experiences, so I
knew that he would believe my story. He convinced me to
take him to the church. On our way there, when we were
driving past the corn fields, Jim asked me what I did the
last time I was there to anger the spirits. When I asked
him what he meant, he said, "Ally, it knows you, and it
knows you're coming. I can feel it, can't you?" I had
been feeling pressure on my chest and the top of my head,
and when I told his this he confirmed that I was feeling
Jim and I continued to drive, and I was getting more
nervous by the second. The closer we got to the church,
the more intense the pressure was on my chest and head.
When the church finally came into view, Jim told me to slow
down and drive past it slowly. I did so, and then turned
around and drove past it again. Suddenly, Jim
said, "Allyson, drive! Don't look back, just get out of
here." I floored it and soon the church was out of sight
and we were driving past the cornfields. "Just keep
driving," Jim kept saying. "Whatever you do, don't look to
your right." Being the smart person that I am, I
automatically looked to my right. What I saw will send
chills down my spine until the day I die. A large brown
sheet was flying over the cornfield towards our car,
probably about 5 feet above the top of the corn. (If you
imagine someone holding a blanket by the corners, then
holding it up over their head and running with it, you will
a vague idea of what this looked like.) The "sheet" was
very large, probably about 6 feet by 6 feet. There were
ripples in it from the wind as it flew towards the car and
it swooped and rolled in the air, all the while gaining
ground. I screamed and pushed the accelerator to the
floor. What seemed like hours later, Jim and I were parked
outside of my house, but I could not shake the feeling that
something was with us. "It's here, Jim, isn't it?" I
asked. Jim nodded his head and told me that he didn't know
what to do. I asked if he could tell anything about the
presence. He took a deep breath. "I can only sense that
it's a young boy and that he has an intense hatred for the
church." I was amazed, but not surprised, that he could
feel that, and I told him that I was scared to go into my
He came in with me, and as soon as we opened
the door, we could feel it. A feeling of dread hung in the
air and the pressure was still on my chest. I suggested to
Jim that we get on-line and look into the history of the
town where the church is. I thought that perhaps it could
provide us with some insight as to how we would get rid of
the presence. After searching for several hours, we
eventually came across an article about the church, and how
there were plans to tear it down in the near future. The
article explained that the church had not been used since
1903, when a young boy had been found murdered in it. The
article went on to say that it was later discovered that
the reverend of the church was the murderer of the young
boy, although he was never apprehended.
When Jim and I finished reading the article, we turned to
each other, our eyes wide. What Jim had said about the
presence being a young boy who hated the church made
perfect sense. Eventually, as Jim and I talked about our
discovery, the feeling began to dissipate and we knew that
we were finally alone.
I have vowed never to go back to that church. I don't even
know if it's still standing or if the proceedings to tear
it down have commenced. I can only tell you that this was
the most terrifying experience of my life, and I hope never
to encounter something of that magnitude again.