Frozt's Hobo
This is something that happened to me and my friend about 6 years ago. I was visiting my friend’s house for the first time, and he told me a strange story about a nearby farm. This particular farm (or the farmhouse) had been the "home" of many criminals during the last 10 years, many of which where young people. We decided to go see this farm and began walking towards it. Now, I must say that this farm was no more than half a mile from his home, and that it was in broad daylight.
We walked towards the farm, and he told me more stories about it. As we reached the farm’s main gate, I noticed that the number 1887 was written above it, and it was probably the year that the house had been built. We walked around the farm for a bit, looking at the barn where a criminal had been about 6 months ago, it even had his baseball cards lying about. Up to that point, we had both heard some creaking sounds coming from the main house of the farm, and we decided to see what it was. We began walking towards the house and noticed an old hobo in one of the windows. He was actually waving at us, and we decided to go up and say "hi".
As we entered the house, we heard him walking around and a dog barking right above us. Stupid as we were, we decided to go up the stairs. As we walked up, we heard him walking around, but the dog was not barking anymore - neither did we hear any sign of a dog. The walking around continued right until we opened the door to the master bedroom on the second floor of the house - the same room from which the hobo had waved at us. We opened the door, and all we saw was a man dangling from a rope in the middle of the room, a dead dog lying at his feet.
We ran as fast as we could back to my friend’s house and spent the rest of the day watching movies and reading books. We actually returned the next day to see if it was real, but the hobo and the dog were no longer in the room. When we walked away from the farm, I could swear that I heard a dog barking and footsteps coming from the main bedroom.