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September 2005 – Page 32

Haunted Farm
by Marv

I grew up in a rural area in North Dakota. I had a lot of brothers and sisters and we all experienced weird happenings on our farm. The scariest was my sister, Jill. My sister Laura had made mention one day that Jill had seen the devil in her room. Jill didn't want to talk with anyone else but Laura about it. We all kept it secret for years until one night we were all sitting around talking. Several of us decided to ask her about the subject. Jill said years ago in the early '70s she was sitting on her bed in her bedroom painting a picture. She said she smelled a horrible smell. She compared it to the smell of decaying flesh. She said she had heard a sound behind her. She turned and saw the ugliest looking face which was floating in a mist behind her. She said she was so scared she just got up and calmly walked out the bedroom.

That night we talked to mom about it. Mom said she remembered the night Jill refused to go to bed. Jill normally would go to bed promptly at 8:00 p.m. so she could be ready for school in the morning. Mom said Jill never talked about what she had seen, but refused to go to bed. Mom finally had persuaded her to go to bed around 2:30 in the morning. Jill was also looking into being a nun at that time. I'm not sure if the devil came to her to try to change her mind, but if that was the case, I guess it worked because she had changed her mind about that path in life. I was always told that Jill had seen the devil in my bedroom. That used to be her bedroom, she graduated, moved out and I moved into it. I would experience on occasion someone whispering my name. Nothing more. I had gotten so used to it that I wouldn't even care too much about it. I found out the night we talked to Jill when she told me it was in my two other sisters room. They said they would always have horrible dreams.

I do remember one of their walls was always ice cold. I would put my hand on the wall and it would feel ice cold. when I would remove my hand from the wall I would have condensation from heat of my hand being put against the cold wall. We would always see images of someone standing in the woods that surrounded our farm. One night my sister Lisa and I were standing on our porch. We both began hearing a lady screaming for help. The area we heard it from was a two-mile stretch of grassland. There were no roads in that direction. We both looked at each other in horror, I guess to see if we were both actually hearing the screaming lady. We were rather young so we didn't dare venture out there at night. My only guess to who the screaming lady was was probably a lady that was murdered by her husband several years before. The lady was cheating on her husband with a rich banker. The husband followed them out to a rural road, shot the banker in the head. His wife exited the bankers vehicle and tried to run through a dirt field but was shot and killed on the spot. I feel the screaming lady was her.

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