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The Ghost House
by Tim C.
This happened about two years ago when I was 19 years old. My mom's boyfriend, Mike, and I decided to go camping for the weekend out in Dyersville, Iowa. This camping trip was horrible. First the wood that was very dry would not burn. We used pillow sheets, dry grass anything we could find, yet this still would not burn! This was just a small part of the night. We decided to just pack up and drive back home to Grinnell, Iowa. This was about a 2 hour drive and this was around 1:30 or so.
As we drove, it felt like the car was off balance, so we decided to take some shortcuts through some gravel roads to get home a little faster. As we came to this old wooden bridge, the tire went flat on our car and hit the side of the bridge, making our front right tire hang off the bridge a little. No big deal, but how were we supposed to get the car unstuck since we were only half way there and knew no one around this area. We had no cell phone at the time and no way to call anyone to come get us, so we decided to go ahead and start walking down the gravel road to find someone.
As we came upon this tall field of corn (which is about every field in Iowa), we noticed a very large two-story farm house. It was very dark inside and no lights were on, which they should not be since it is 1:30 in the morning. We decided to knock on the door anyway. After about 10 seconds or so, an old man with a farmers cap on and overalls came to the door. He had a white husky dog with pale blue eyes with him. Something struck me as very strange and uneasy about this man and his dog. We told him of our situation and he went and got his tractor and pulled us out. When asked what we owe him for this trouble that we caused him, he said not to worry about it; we were the first people he has seen in a very long time and that was all the reward he needed.
The next day, we decided to drive back to the old man's house to give him some banana-nut bread that my mom had baked and a thank you card for him as well as a big huge bone for the husky. We wrote down the street that his house was on and the address on the house so that we could find it a lot easier. We went to the bridge and could easily see where we had hit the side and broke through it. As we drove up another quarter mile to where the house was, something started seeming wrong to me. As we reached the marker where the house was, we just stopped and turned pale white as to what we saw. No driveway that we had walked up, no house that we went to and no old man or dog. No tracks of the trailer in the dirt. Nothing. We just sat there thinking that this was the wrong place, so we kept driving until we hit a dead end. Still no house.
I started getting goose bumps on my arms and the back of my neck. Mike just looked at me and asked, "Tim, what is going on here?!" I just sat there unable to explain what we had saw the night before. We have tried to go back there a couple of times through out the past couple of years on our trip from Grinnell to Dyersville, but still no house, still no old man and dog, and still no driveway. I don’t know what we saw that night or who it was, but to this day, I think that God was watching over me.
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