A Personal Experience By Steve E.

It all started when I moved into the old farmhouse that my parents left me back in 2001. I came home from work one night, got out of my car and walked inside. Before I tell you what happened, I’d like to tell you a little bit about the house. It’s an old farmhouse built around 1850, shortly before the Civil War. So, you know it’s got to have some kind of history involved.

Well, I’ve always had this feeling when I come into the house at night - a strange feeling, kind of like I was being watched. But one night in particular stands out in my memory more than others. When I walked inside, I got this really strange feeling all over my body. Kind of tingly. I then proceeded to walk down my long and dark hallway to my bedroom. The light switch on the wall was broken, so I couldn’t turn on a light to see where I was going. I walked a few feet and something made me just want to run down the hall and not look back.

I didn’t know why I wanted to run, until I turned around and saw it. There was a cloudy figure of a man in blue overalls and a white t-shirt that hovered above the floor looking right at me! It felt like he was staring deep into my soul with his dark eyes. There were empty sockets where his eyes used to be, and he had short, grey, wispy hair. I could not move. I was so terrified! I trembled and could barely utter a word. The apparition stood there for a second longer, then he opened his mouth and, with an outstretched arm, pointed at the door then disappeared. I was petrified at the horror I had just witnessed!

The next day, I went to see my parents, and they told me that they knew of someone who knew the family that lived in the house before them. So, I gave them a call. The family then told me that a wealthy, old banker had lived there for about 20 years. I learned that the man later died of a stroke. But, before he did, he buried a box of money on the property that had been there for about 100 years. He buried the box of money right across the street in the woods which is still there today.

Then, I realized what the man was pointing at - the box of money! Needless to say, I moved out of the house the very next day and never returned.