Strange noises in the barn submitted by Richard.

Well, I'm back with another scale. Barn. Submitted by Richard.

Well, I'm back with another scary story from my life for the podcast.

So sit down, turn off the lights as I tell you all you uglies about one of my true scary stories.

My last story was about the demon I named Mike that was haunting my shower.

This story takes place on the same property that the last story took place. In my last

story I said that all the haunting and scary stuff went away from the house when our Bishop

blessed the house and I smudged it.

But that wasn't the end of the haunting on that property.

I'll do a quick rundown of what the land I lived on as a boy looked like.

There was a farm, house, and a barn. The barn was dark brown in color,

two stories high, and when you walked in, you would see old cow blood in the area where we killed the cows.

One day in the middle of summer, my dad

asked me to go into the barn to get the wheelbarrow. As I'm walking to the door, it gets

cold. I hear a sound above me. Now mind you, the second story of the barn is only some

beams going the length of the barn with a little deck-like thing in the corner. But I'm in the

middle of the barn. So the only thing that could get up there to where I was in the barn would be like a cat or a bird or perhaps a tiny man.

I hear this breathing like sound come from above me, so I look up. I don't see anything at first, but then as my eyes

adjust to the light, I can see two glowing eyes looking back at me. After that I just looked back down,

thought nope, and walked out of the barn. I didn't go back in until two days later.

I mainly went back in to see if I had just made the whole thing up in my head.

I go back into the barn and sit down on the ground.

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