I would like to say that before this experience I was an
ABSOLUTE skeptic, a non believer in anything ghostly or
supernatural, except for God Almighty.
After watching the movie "Babe", our two oldest daughters
wanted to raise some pigs. Pigs always grow, the larger they
got, the less interest the girls showed, due to the fact
that the weren't the cute cuddly little "Babe" type piglets
anymore. So guess who got stuck with all the care and feeding of
these darling oinkers? Yours, truly.
I am not a small man. At 6'5" and 210 lbs, I am not what you
would consider average in build. This is not to say that I am
above being frightened by things I cannot explain, however.
One night, the same as others before, I stood in the barn,
bending over feeding the pigs. I kept getting the feeling
that someone was going to walk through the door, and kept
looking expectantly toward it. It was almost what you would
consider a "gut" feeling, or intuition.
I was still bent over, looking at the doorway for the third
time, when in walked a young man, approximately 25 years
old. He was a stocky guy, muscular-about 5'7" in height and
rather fair-skinned, his blonde hair worn in a crew cut. He
was dressed in a green T-shirt, blue jeans, and some kind
of work or farm boots. Thinking he must have been a
neighbor either in need of assistance or going to report
that one or more of the kids was up to some kind of
mischief, I said "Hello? Can I help you?" He turned his head
slightly toward me (I was standing in the far northwest
corner) giving me a better view of his face, but did not
respond. I repeated, "Can I help you?" but again, got no
response. He continued to walk toward the back wall of the
barn where at one time there was a large door that has long
since been covered. He had a determined atmosphere about
him, like he was on his way out to the field to do a
job, maybe round up the cows for milking or some other such
farm chore.
As he approached the back wall where the door once stood, I
watched as he disintegrated before my eyes...
I must have been visibly shaken, because when I came back
into the house immediately after this happened and told my
wife what I had just witnessed she suggested that I sit down
and made me go over the story again.
A few years later, I was chatting with the neighbor
lady, who said her dad had lived in this area for many years.
I asked her if he would know anything about the history of
the house and property we own, and she said she'd ask him.
Later on that same day, she came back over and related the
barn's morbid history to me, as told by her dad.
Legend has it, that at one time, two brothers lived on this property. They
allegedly worked for the rock quarry down the road. It seems
that one young man had gotten hurt at work and so was on
sick leave, when he mysteriously died under suspicious
circumstances. The mystery surrounding his death was never
solved. It was rumored that his own brother killed him. This
brother was tried, but there wasn't enough evidence to
convict him, so he was acquitted of the crime.
It was also alleged that someone from the rock quarry may have killed
him to keep from having to continue to pay workman's comp to
him over an extended period. But the story is that this guy
died in our barn, at the hands of a murderer. Now when I asked
her if her dad had given a description of the murdered guy,
she said "Yeah, he was a young guy, about 25 or 26, blonde
crew cut, kinda stocky, like from working hard." Why would this guy appear to me? Is he forever trapped in
time until someone is willing to unlock the mystery surrounding his death? Or,was my mind playing tricks on me?
Contact me here: dougb4u_99@yahoo.com
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