The Old Farmhouse
Disclaimer. I’ve posted this before in another sub.
These all happened at the same house, which was an old farm house from the 1800’s that was also apart of the Underground Railroad. We no longer live there. The house isn’t there anymore. It’s a very expensive neighborhood.
Fireplace Shutter
My parents said that they were sitting on our couch and watching tv. The fireplace shutter opened and closed several times on their own.
Blue Room
My mom was sitting in the same living room. Towards her front was a large wooden deck that had a fireplace in the center and two large windows on either side. To the right was a concrete porch that ran the length of that side of the house. It had a door off to the side and had several large windows on it as well. To her back was a bedroom that us kids shared in the winter because it was easier to heat half the house.
To her left was the, “blue room”. The whole thing was blue, but it was just a central room where our computer happened to be and had access to the basement. Anyways... on the wooden deck, my mom saw a black figure that, “was as tall as a bear, but too thin to be human”.
She said that she looked at it and had a feeling that it was watching her. It wasn’t completely dark outside, but it was on its way. The figure then started doing laps around the house. It would pass the windows in front of her every few seconds. This was a 2,500ish square foot farm house. It was incredibly fast.
Feather Piles
We had a small family farm. Chickens, goats, pigs, quail, turkey, ducks etc. Nothing big. We had about thirty chickens at the time. Living that far out in the country, we always set up traps by the coop to catch opossums and raccoons. Anything that ate chickens. Well, we go outside one day to see piles of feathers throughout the yard around the coop.
Every single pile had a head on top of it. Thirtyish piles. And that many heads. No puddles of blood. No insides anywhere. Just piles of feathers and heads.
Hunting The Chicken Hunter
Shortly after this, my dad (sometimes myself as well) would go out at night with a shotgun to see if we could find anything. We had gotten more chickens and had nothing unusual in the traps. (Just cages)
My dad was a, “manly man”. Wasn’t scared of anything. I’ve seen him move a tree by himself out of the road that four grown men weren’t able to get together. He’s tough, to say the least... So, he goes out like he usually does. Our chicken coop sits about fiftyish feet in front of our garage. It was really just a 1,000 square foot ranch out building. We just called it the garage.
So, we hear five blasts or so from the shotgun and VERY shortly after, my dad comes through the front door with tears running down his face. He is visibly shaking. After he calms down a bit, he explains that while in front of the garage, he heard a real guttural growl coming from the tree line right behind and above the garage.
He said it wasn’t like anything he had ever heard in his life. (He was an avid hunter growing up. He’s heard and probably eaten just about any animal that Indiana has to offer) He said it was low and demonic. He said he could just feel that it was evil. He immediately unloaded the shotgun and ran to the house.
Devil Wants My Soul
I don’t like to talk about this one much, but it’s relevant. I would hear voices in that house. One night, I woke up my parents crying to let them know, “that the devil wanted my soul and wouldn’t stop trying to get me to give it to him.” I don’t remember much about it because this was about 5th grade. I’m 31 now. I’ve since been diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder. I could see where it might have just been my anxiety, but I definitely remember sitting on the living room floor, sobbing at like 3am, just begging for the voices to stop. I haven’t had anything else at all similar to this ever happen.
Tunnel
My parents found a tunnel in our basement that we assumed was apart of the Underground Railroad. My cousin was over at the time and asked if he could explore it. It was covered up, about shoulder high to an adult, and an adult could crawl through with not a whole lot of extra room. He had a flashlight and was gone for about a half hour. We were starting to get very worried when we could see the light again. He came back and said that there had not been an end in sight, but her was getting nervous having crawled so far. He was probably 16ish?
Dead Dogs
We always had dogs and we would find our dogs in front of our house just dead. No wounds, prior symptoms. Just dead. Sometimes three at a time.
More Dead Dogs
My dad, on the way home from work, saw a pile of dead dogs in a field by our house. Probably about five feet tall. A ton of freaking dogs.
Deer Stampede
My two brothers and I were in the house and things started to fall off the walls. We ran outside into the field in front of our house and looked across the street to the other corn field. There were HUNDREDS of deer just running. It filled the field for several minutes. Enough disruption caused by them running to make it look like a small earthquake.
Practicing Coven
We found out (after we moved) that there was a practicing coven that met not far from our house. We heard that a lot of dead animal remains had been found.
Feeling The House
A decent amount of years later, I went with my sister to a Chicago. Her fiancé had graduated boot camp and was going to A-school. (I’m not a military guy, so I’m sorry if I word any of this incorrectly. I’m just ignorant to it all.) They do a ceremony thing for family with their group flags and such. They hang out for a bit and then leave for A-school. On the way home, I was asleep in the car and my sister had gotten lost. I shot up out of sleeping and told my sister to pull over the car. She did and I told her to turn. She asked what’s wrong and I said that I woke up because we were by our old house. I could feel it. She made a turn and we passed the front gates of a cemetery that was right by the house. Had she kept in that direction, she would have passed right by it.
Tree Line
What was at the start of all of this, was a dream that my sister had. (I think we had some dogs die before this point, but we didn’t find out about the coven until several years after we moved.) I didn’t find out about the dream until I was probably in high school. Anyways... Surrounding the end of the property, there was a tree line that separated where the coven met and our house. My sister said that, in her dream, there were monsters tearing down the tree line and that she knew if they tore it down that, “they” were coming for me. Like, me. Not my sister or any of the other five people in my family. Haha me specifically. Well, not long after, in preparation of turning the property into a subdivision, they tore down the tree line. All of the stuff happened. My parents decided one day that we were moving (we rented) and we had a house purchased (on contract) and were completely moved out in two weeks’ time.
Polaroid Fire
I remembered this one late and am fully aware that this is the hardest story to believe. In my opinion, at least. This is definitely the event that’s the foggiest in my memory because I didn’t really get it. So, I was in Boy Scouts and it was the time of year for popcorn. I sold enough popcorn to be one of the top in the state. That’s what my parents told me, at least. I just knocked on doors and pushed the popcorn.
Haha anyways... my parents had just loaded up the van with all the popcorn we were going to deliver the following morning.
It was an old brown/tan Astro van. The ones with the weird curtain in the windows. This thing was completely stuffed with popcorn. We all go to sleep and I remember being outside with my family looking at our van on fire. Fire department came and everything. The thing burnt completely.
Well, my dad had a Polaroid camera and took a picture. Well, my dad takes the picture with him to show people because it’s a crazy story. My dad is showing a guy the picture and the dude asks him if he sees the face. My dad looks at the picture and sees the face.
To kinda summarize this because I don’t want to make up details that I don’t remember. Things started to appear in the picture. Like, in the flames. It started with a face that turned into a demonic looking grim reaper figure. The scythe and all.
Then people started to notice more things as my dad showed it to more people. My dad would hand the picture and say, “what do you see?”
Everyone saw it.
Then people noticed that the reaper figure was holding a chain that was attached to a torn apart dog. Annnd finally, a burning cross behind it all. As soon as people started seeing that, my dad stuffed the picture in a bible. It was one of the Bible’s with a built in zipper. He didn’t tell any of us about him stuffing it in a bible until after we moved. He pulls out the Bible while we are moving and the picture is gone.
If I remember right, he was freaked the hell out. I remember my dad always handing the picture to people and them being all creeped out, I remember seeing the fire, I saw the picture once right after it had been taken, and I remember playing on the burnt up van because it was the late nineties and we were kids. The rest of it is what my parents have talked about.
My dad was a server at the same restaurant for about 25 years, so he showed it to a TON of people. This wasn’t just a few buddies. He literally started handing it to his customers. Everyone saw it and everyone started to see more things as he showed more people.
I know this is a very long post. This is everything that I can remember at the moment. I tried to be very detailed because I am 100% aware of how unbelievable all of this is.
The address of the house was, “18401 SR 238, Fortville, IN. I don’t remember the zip code. The house is no longer there and it is now a subdivision to houses that are $750k+ houses. They’re didn’t end up tearing it down until we had been out for about 4-5 years. That’s just a guess, but it kept getting delayed for some reason.
I can answer any questions or clarify anything if anyone cares.
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