Relish_man
Active member
ok, so heres my experience. ive posted this story in 2 other threads in the last few days but i want more people to read it because it was long to write and i want to feel like it was actually worth it, so here it is;
last summer, i spent a good part of my vacation working at my friend
Andrew's house painting the fences around his stable. its a pretty
countryish area but theres a busy road that runs right by it so nothing
too deserted. at the intersection of the road in front of his house and
the busy road, there is and old red barn (pretty big, too) that dates
back to the turn of the century. it was recently renovated so its clean
and people even live there now (though weve never told them about the
stories). My friends mom told us that we could go get sodas in the
mini-fridge in the kitchen of the barn so we decided to go check it
out, not knowing about the weird shit thats already happened in there.
we go in, nice place, and head for the kitchen. at the back of the
room, a door is slightly open so we go in the room; a bare room, no
lights and really cold although it was a really hot day, pretty weird
but whatever. i bring up the possibility of it being haunted so we
decide to bring a camera and my friends dog (whatever) and go explore
said room; the cameras batteries drain and we somehow lose the dog so
we go find it (pretty young dog and very excitable). i get the back of
the barn (now a garage housing the neighbors Porsche) and so i go out
and call for the dog. nothing. i go lift the dust-cover from the
Porsche to check it out (kind of a car guy) and see a reflection in the
window, really fast. turn around and nothing, i hear whispering voices
behind me, turn around and nothing again. pretty freaked out, i run
back to the main room (really big and open, used to be a restaurant)
and find Andrew who looks puzzled, ''What are you doing down here, we
heard voices upstairs and we saw a door opening''. we get the fuck out
of there, needless to say, and find the dog back home. fast-forward a
few days (you guys are probably getting tired of reading this, but
kudos to making it here) were four now and we tell our other friend
about the other day. pumped, we go check it out again and nothing
happens but we notice an eery wood stove with two dead crows in it.
that was weird, and we go back out. thinking that we should have gone
upstairs, we decide to come back two minutes later and , right when we
open the door, we hear the radio working. weirded out, we call the
neighbors name to see if it was him. no answer. we go check it out for
our selves and realize its right near where my friend and his bro had
heard noises and seen a door open so we, once again, get the fuck out
of there. convinced that something weird is happening, we decide to
further investigate the next day, with an extra person among us. we sit
on the couches near the entrance and try to invoke it, saying we just
want to see if its really there. two flashes near the radio. silence. a
shadow moves slowly along the wall neighboring the radio and we start
asking each other if we all are seeing the same thing; yes, we are.
really sketched out but pulling out our balls (metaphorically), we head
towards the stairs. as we start going up, we hear a low humming, like
the wind, but there was no wind, the windows were closed and there
wasnt even a single car on the road in front of the barn. we all sprint
and go back home. we talk to Andrew's mom about this (shes hot ( i hope
he doesnt read this)) and she says that the ghosts (because we heard
several voices) were problably car crash victims. before, the road in
front of the barn would turn 90 degrees and take the path in front of
my friends house and in the winter, people would get gnarly crashes
there. some crash victims were brought into the barn and two of the
died in there, pretty creepy. even a previous resident says he woke up
in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when he opened the
door, he says someone came out of it and walked through him.
that was my story, youd have to be there to understand the scaryness of
it all. for the bromont locals, its on boulevard Pierre-Laporte towards
Cowansville and the restaurant used to be called ''Les Dépendances du
Manoir''. oh, and a few months later, my friend found a silver cross
embedded in the bark of the 200 year old tree next to the barn.
last summer, i spent a good part of my vacation working at my friend
Andrew's house painting the fences around his stable. its a pretty
countryish area but theres a busy road that runs right by it so nothing
too deserted. at the intersection of the road in front of his house and
the busy road, there is and old red barn (pretty big, too) that dates
back to the turn of the century. it was recently renovated so its clean
and people even live there now (though weve never told them about the
stories). My friends mom told us that we could go get sodas in the
mini-fridge in the kitchen of the barn so we decided to go check it
out, not knowing about the weird shit thats already happened in there.
we go in, nice place, and head for the kitchen. at the back of the
room, a door is slightly open so we go in the room; a bare room, no
lights and really cold although it was a really hot day, pretty weird
but whatever. i bring up the possibility of it being haunted so we
decide to bring a camera and my friends dog (whatever) and go explore
said room; the cameras batteries drain and we somehow lose the dog so
we go find it (pretty young dog and very excitable). i get the back of
the barn (now a garage housing the neighbors Porsche) and so i go out
and call for the dog. nothing. i go lift the dust-cover from the
Porsche to check it out (kind of a car guy) and see a reflection in the
window, really fast. turn around and nothing, i hear whispering voices
behind me, turn around and nothing again. pretty freaked out, i run
back to the main room (really big and open, used to be a restaurant)
and find Andrew who looks puzzled, ''What are you doing down here, we
heard voices upstairs and we saw a door opening''. we get the fuck out
of there, needless to say, and find the dog back home. fast-forward a
few days (you guys are probably getting tired of reading this, but
kudos to making it here) were four now and we tell our other friend
about the other day. pumped, we go check it out again and nothing
happens but we notice an eery wood stove with two dead crows in it.
that was weird, and we go back out. thinking that we should have gone
upstairs, we decide to come back two minutes later and , right when we
open the door, we hear the radio working. weirded out, we call the
neighbors name to see if it was him. no answer. we go check it out for
our selves and realize its right near where my friend and his bro had
heard noises and seen a door open so we, once again, get the fuck out
of there. convinced that something weird is happening, we decide to
further investigate the next day, with an extra person among us. we sit
on the couches near the entrance and try to invoke it, saying we just
want to see if its really there. two flashes near the radio. silence. a
shadow moves slowly along the wall neighboring the radio and we start
asking each other if we all are seeing the same thing; yes, we are.
really sketched out but pulling out our balls (metaphorically), we head
towards the stairs. as we start going up, we hear a low humming, like
the wind, but there was no wind, the windows were closed and there
wasnt even a single car on the road in front of the barn. we all sprint
and go back home. we talk to Andrew's mom about this (shes hot ( i hope
he doesnt read this)) and she says that the ghosts (because we heard
several voices) were problably car crash victims. before, the road in
front of the barn would turn 90 degrees and take the path in front of
my friends house and in the winter, people would get gnarly crashes
there. some crash victims were brought into the barn and two of the
died in there, pretty creepy. even a previous resident says he woke up
in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when he opened the
door, he says someone came out of it and walked through him.
that was my story, youd have to be there to understand the scaryness of
it all. for the bromont locals, its on boulevard Pierre-Laporte towards
Cowansville and the restaurant used to be called ''Les Dépendances du
Manoir''. oh, and a few months later, my friend found a silver cross
embedded in the bark of the 200 year old tree next to the barn.