w w w . c a s t l e o f s p i r i t s . c o m THE JENNINGS FARM On Thanksgiving of the year 2004, my friend Sarah called and asked if I wanted to go to Jennings Farm. Now before I go any further let me explain to you what Jennings Farm is and what happened there: I was told that years ago there was a farm in what is now an empty field. A man and his wife (Mr. and Mrs. Jennings) lived on the farm. Mrs. Jennings was a prostitute, her husband had no idea. One day he found out. He became very enraged and hung her from a very large tree in the field. I was also told that when you go, you must make sure there is a young man with you, because for some reason the only time anyone would see her was if you brought a young man along. The boys that went with us were Jeff (18), Chris (16), and Neal (16). So we thought she would like that. The tree still stands in that field and it is a place where you can pretty much find a few bored teenagers there every weekend or so. So I headed off with my friends Sarah, Katie, Neal, Chris, Jeff (Chris, Jeff, Sarah, and Katie are cousins and their Aunt Anne accompanied us). The farm is way out in the "boonies", as we call it. It was about 10:00 at night, there was snow covering the field. When you go to Jennings Farm it is supposed to be pitch dark out. On the way there I was told you must be completely silent and wait to see the figure of Mrs. Jennings hanging from the tree. When we got there Jeff parked in front of the tree. We had Jeff and Chris's mom's truck (Jeff, Anne, and Chris were up front. Me, Sarah, Katie and Neal were in the back.) We had decided that the truck was not close enough to the tree, so Anne made Jeff move up more. He decided to get smart and go right up to the trunk of the tree. Well Sarah and I started to freak out and told Jeff to go backwards, but the truck would not budge. Where he had pulled the truck up to, there was no snow or mud to get stuck on. He had the truck in reverse and he was flooring it, but it refused to budge. At that moment, the bed of the truck bounced slightly, as if someone had just climbed onto the truckbed. We all felt it and looked back, but saw nothing. That is when we decided to get the heck out of there. Jeff floored it again, only this time the truck moved! I don't think any of us slept a wink that night. I've been told from other people that they saw her and she actually climbed down from the tree and walked towards their vehicle. Another time, Anne went with her husband Ed (he is a 32 year old) and they had 3 sleds in the back that belonged to their kids. They were parked in front of the tree when they heard the sleds move. When they got home the sleds were all neatly stacked. Before they went to the tree, two of the sleds were horizontal and one was vertical. They could not have possibly been moved by any turns their truck made, only a person could have picked them up and moved them like that. Okay that is all of my story, I hope you liked it! Submitted From: Sydney, Michigan, USA