The Old Farm House

This is just one of my experiences in the old farm house I used to live in when I was younger.

When I was in high school, my family and I lived in an old farmhouse a few miles up the road from where I live now. The house was built in the early 1900's and was heated with an old wood stove in the kitchen and a wood stove in the living room. It originally consisted of just the living room, room outside the bathroom, kitchen, and attic. The attic was more like a huge open room that was accessible by a set of closed off stairs in the kitchen. Later on, they added a whole other half that included a downstairs room, a foyer, and stairs to two rooms upstairs. When we moved in, my brother had dibs on the room upstairs on the new half and I was stuck with the attic. The 2nd room upstairs on the other side of the house was used for storage and my parents had the bedroom downstairs. The attic was dark, had one small window, the floor sagged a bit, and the walls on the far side from the entry had plywood hung which was used to cover the windows that were there before. I know because I had peaked behind them and the frames were there but they had been bricked up behind the plywood (keep that pictured in your mind). I also found it weird that in the farthest, darkest corner of that attic, there was a large dark stain on the floor. When I tried to clean it up, it sort of flaked off and it was rusty colored. I could never get it out so I just covered it with a rug. 

One night, I was up really late watching TV in my attic room. Everyone had gone to bed earlier that evening. Keep in mind, my bed is placed right next to the wall with the plywood. After turning my TV off and laying there to go to sleep, I heard something moving around from the other side of the wall and bumping against the wall next to my bed. I thought it was maybe an animal or something. It got louder and it sounded like things were moving around. I started wondering if my brother was still up and possibly going through the storage room (it was just on the other side of that wall). I banged on the wall hoping he could hear me and stop so I could go to sleep. I heard three slow knocks in return, the kind that sound just a little too odd to have come from the living. So, I get up, go down the stairs and head to the other side of the house. Now, most people would've got on the nope train and not investigated, but my curiosity always gets the better of me. No lights are on upstairs or downstairs. Parents are asleep, dogs are asleep, and I proceed with caution up the stairs. As chicken as my brother is, he would have all the lights on to see what he was doing if he was going through things. I go up the stairs and look in my brother's room and see him sleeping in the bed. I call him and he doesn't wake up. He's sound asleep. I look in the storage room, no one there and boxes are opened. I've had some people stay over at the house before and tell me they can't come over to the house anymore but won't say why. 

That's the only time something knocked. However, my parents moved to the house next door when I was 19 and I stayed at the farmhouse and picked up paying the rent. I wanted to live on my own and move out but momma and the landlord told me to just stay in that house instead of moving somewhere out of town. Occasionally I would hear footsteps above my room (I stayed in my parents room so the room above mine would have been my brothers room). Sometimes you could hear like something heavy was being dragged across the floor. The dragging though I was more afraid of it being a snake. The first night my ex stayed the night with me, the next morning he said he didn't know how I slept through the night. I asked him what he meant and he said all night it sounded like someone was dragging a body across the floor and like someone was going through stuff upstairs. He said it was so loud it kept him up all night. I guess I had just gotten used to it. Momma didn't talk much about what it was while we lived there. After I moved, she said it was a woman and a man that used to live there and she had seen the woman. Years later, my mother in law told me she used to look after the woman that lived in the house. She was blind and her husband had passed away before her in the house. 

Her name was Goldie.





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