The Old Barn - 1st Person Fiction
When I was very young we lived in run down house in the boonies. I was the youngest of the 6 kids and shared a bed with my oldest sister. The boys and girls rooms were connected and so on nights with a full moon my oldest brother would tell us ghost stories by the light of the moon. On those nights I would lie awake and quiver for fear something would be peeking in the window as there were no curtains on them.
One night he spun a tale of the barn that was down the road from our house. It was old and the foundation was crumbling as the walls bowed out and the roof sagged. It still had the smell of stored hay and straw. Also a bit of cow manure. We would walk down to that barn every so often and swing from the rafters. We all knew it wasn't safe, but we were just dumb kids. The story he told was very different from what I experienced. His was about a kid falling to his death and then his ghost stalking the barn floor. What I saw....was no kid.
My sighting occurred on a warm summer day. My sister and I were walking up the road to my aunt's house to play Barbies with our cousins. We were carrying our Barbie luggage and were enjoying the warm sunshine. As we reached the barn my sister remembered that she had forgotten the pie my mother wanted her to take to my aunt. So she hurried back to the house. As I stood outside the barn I heard a voice calling.... my name. It seemed to be coming from inside the barn. I turned towards the barn as the door swung open slowly. It creaked. Again I herd my name. I began to think it was my brothers pulling a prank. SO I stormed into the barn and yelled, "You don't scare me". My voice echoed through the EMPTY barn. There was no one there. The door slammed shut behind me and I squealed. I whipped around and there was no one there to shut the door. I heard a voice from the loft inviting me up. I ran to the door and pulled hard to open it. It would not budge. I began to cry. I heard laughter and looked up to the loft. Standing there was an entity - full on cloak with a hood (kind of like the Grim Reaper, but no scythe). It reached out to me and crooked it's finger at me to beckon to me. I turned back to the door and began pulling harder. I heard a creak behind me and I turned to see the being floating down from the loft to the floor of the barn. When it landed it called my name again. I cried and pulled harder at the door. Even with my back turned I could feel it approaching me. As it touched my shoulder I fainted.
When my sister returned she found me lying in the open doorway of the barn. She asked what happened and I quickly looked around the barn (and saw nothing). I tried to make her understand what happened and she scoffed. When I got more insistent she became angry telling me not to try and frighten her. She started up the road towards my aunt as I sat there. I thought, maybe I imagined it all. I got up and began up the road following my sister. I turned back for a last look and there in the loft window stood the being. It waved to me.
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HINT. Barndoors always open out not in.
Pulling from the inside doesn't work ghost or not.
Ours actually slid.
I stand corrected. Have seen the sliding type myself.
They do seem to stick at times as well (ghosts or not).
Sliding doors, however, don't tend to slam shut.
(Sometimes work as an editor and writers just hate me)
I have no issues one way or another - I am strictly an amateur writing what interests me.
Scary event for a child
I don't think I would go back to the barn...
When we were young there was an old rural abandoned house by us that we all called the haunted house.
Until the day someone bought it and started working on it...Haha
It has this creepy dirt basement that you accessed through a trap door in the kitchen. Not one of us ever went down in there.
We had one of those up the road. My brothers went into the basement, I was too scared.
there was a haunted house on my paper route when I was 9. I would ride on the street instead of the sidewalk in front of it at 4am on saturday mornings. I was a teenager before I got the courage to look thru the windows.
And what did you see?
obviously I couldn't look into the 2nd floor windows, but the 1st floor looked like they just walked away and left everything as it was. I saw it a couple decades ago and somebody was living there.
That is always so eerie.
Good one !
Thank you.
Loved it, Veronica.
Thank you.
A great story. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to Meet Joe Black one of these days.
Sometimes I wonder if she will stay.
My little run away...
"...a-run, run, run, run, a-runaway"
Maybe
Sorry, I don't mean to insult you by not voting up your comment - it's just that the thought of what I wondered might happen is not one I relish.
No insult. I rarely pay attention to votes. I simply write what pleases me.
Someone should write an article about that.
I nominate Dev
I'm too busy trying to keep articles on the front page that even their own authors won't vote up...
Can others post stories in your group ?
Oh yes.. By all means - the more the merrier or scarier....
I'm sorry - but you are so good at it.
All right. I am ready for something good. No pressure...Haha
If Sister was here you would get a spanking.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy
So you keep saying.
So you keep saying.
I don't upvote my content.
Isn't that a "conservative" tactic?
no. up-voting your own comments is a conservative tactic. every vote helps me keep your content on the front page. if you ever ran for office, wouldn't you vote for yourself? apologies for the derail.
No apologies needed. You are all good in my book.
... time to rid my space of some evil spirits.
Who are you deleting?
LOL
nothing much...
damn, it's back...
Thanks, Veronica. It's a good story to tell the grands next time we're out camping.
Scare the kiddies????
You betcha.
Been up & running long enough