IowaCanChaser - 2015-05-28 11:04 AM One time I was doing chores in the barn, in the dark, and had to walk out to close the pasture gate, all of a sudden I heard a ton of coyotes really close by, and ran as fast as I could back to the barn. My horses were on edge and I had left my dog inside. I locked the doors, and shut my horses in their stalls, finally feeling safe. I went to grab some grain, and the lights flickered brighter then I'd ever seen them, then dark, and bright again, this went on for a few minuets all the while I'm freaking it trying to grain as fast as humanly possible. Then just like that it went black, and I automatically gab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and two seconds later it goes dead, and the battery wasn't even low. So here I am in a locked, pitch black barn full of freaked out horses, and coyotes outside. I ended up making a mad dash for the house and the power turned back on.

pinky pie - 2015-05-27 12:15 PM

Agreed When you work for a heating and air company but mainly sell heating and its 80+ degress everywhere it makes for long work days..........

trulyaroyaljem13 - 2015-05-28 2:21 PM


i hear ya on that! long days here too! Wish i was home riding!

ccarpe18 - 2015-05-28 10:30 AM

I keep stalking this post for the stories!

Keep em comin, long slow day of work ahead! 

Wow that's spooky! I hear cyotes out in the neighboring fields and pastures around my barn. Thank God none of them have ever been close. I suppose I could tell the tale of my haunted house which I do believe I've told on here but what the hey I'll do it again for those who missed it.

When I was a sophomore in high school, my family moved into a 100 year old house while it's owners were in the peace corps. They wanted someone to house sit, we didn't want to buy a house at that time. The previous owner died while living there but I'm not sure if he died IN the house per say. Most of the house was the same as it had been for years, the exception being the downstairs bathroom that was attached to my bedroom (the other bedroom was upstairs and there was a loft/living space with a futon that was my sister's "room".) When we first moved in, my sister and I noticed shadows. Now, this wasn't just a case of kids freaking eachother out because we experienced these sightings independently and didn't even mention them until several months to a year later. Occasionally while walking we'd see something dark out of the corner of our eye, kind of like a cat running by very quickly and silently. The first time I actually thought it WAS a cat for a split second. But that was impossible. We had a big red golden retriever and a cockatiel. Neither could be mistaken for this. At first I wrote it off but after my sister telling me about seeing the SAME thing I got a little more spooked. I only stayed in my bedroom downstairs for maybe 3 nights. I felt so incredibly uneasy down there. I never saw anything but heard a ton of creaking outside my door all night long. Whether it was the house settling or something paranormal, I don't know, but I just got a BAD vibe from that room and the adjoining bathroom. Even getting dressed in the morning I didn't like having my back to the open space and would stand as close to the wall or closet as possible. I couldn't figure out why it was so creepy, but my mom (a non-believer in ghosts) rolled her eyes and told me to deal with it. I ended up sharing that futon upstairs with my sis.

All was calm for a few months. Aside from just feeling creeped out, nothing really happened. Then one day I was sitting on the toilet in that downstairs bathroom. There was a cabinet above it that was at LEAST 12" deep and 24" wide. There was a small basket made from a deer antler that was on top of the cabinet and always shoved way to the back of it. Well as I was doing my daily constitution, the thing slid forward off the cabinet and I heard the noise in time to react and throw my arm up to protect my head a little. I knew I didn't bump it but was definitely confused. When I was done I tried to recreate it. I tried hitting and shaking the cabinet, doing everything in my power to knock the basket off. It wouldn't budge.

There was another dry spell for several months. Then we had to remodel the kitchen. There was serious mold issues and the whole thing had to be redone. Not only was this a huge inconvenience, but activity in the house picked up. The basket fell on my sister's head while she was on the toilet the same way it fell on me. I found my mom's underware wadded up and stuffed behind my sink. Which is SUPER weird because our house is always spotless and she NEVER leaves her clothes around. One afternoon I was straightening my hair and I felt a hard tap right on the top of my head. I was standing right in front of the mirror and didn't see anything land on me but I assumed it was a bug. I'm terrified of bugs so I frantically searched my head, my body, the sink, the floor, everywhere for anything that could possibly have hit me on the head. I'm 5'11" so it's not like there's a lot of space for things to be landing on top of my head. When I couldn't find any explanation I BOLTED. I try not to show fear but that time my flight instinct took over and I ran. After that my sister and I were afraid to be down there alone. When we took showers we'd take turns sitting in the bathroom while the other showered.

I also had my shirt tugged. I was standing in the middle of my loft, alone, away from anything to get my shirt stuck on. It was a loose fitting tee and I felt just a light tug on it on my back. Once while laying on my parents' bed all alone, my sister had a piece of hair picked up and tugged on. She said she saw it move out of the corner of here eye. There was one other occurence that was terrifying, but I couldn't confirm if it was paranormal or not. I was laying in bed and it was about 1:30am. Everyone was asleep but me. All of a sudden the handle of the front door started shaking. It one that's kinda shaped like this: ~  and it was just shaking so hard I thought it would break. I don't know if that was paranormal or if it was someone outside but I heard it and froze with fear. Oh also, the doorbell would ring by its self ALL THE TIME. I don't know what caused that either but it drove me nuts.

ropinbuzz - 2015-05-29 1:15 PM


OMG, I think my face is just white reading this! About half way reading this I think I even stopped breathing! I don't know what I would have done if I was in your shoes but I am freaked out just reading your story!

Leo - 2015-05-29 2:39 PM I have a good ghost story. :) This is actually probably my very first memory, I couldn've been more than 3. My sister wasn't even thought of yet and she was born 2 months before I turned 5 (just a bit of time line for perspective). My great grandmother had had a stroke so we all loaded up and went to KY to be with family. She lived in an old farm house that had several bedrooms. I don't remember why, but it was all of us girls there at the house. My mom, her oldest sister, 2 or 3 of moms first cousins, my grandmother, 2 of her sisters, and my great grandma's house keeper. All women. I slept with my aunt that night and I woke up scared, looking for my momma. I walked from room to room, being quiet, trying to find my momma. I remember being cold and scared, I sat in front of the fire place and cried to myself. An older man with a big beard said "your mommas upstairs honey" and he opened the door to the stairs. I couldn't reach the knob standing on my tippy toes. I remember having to use my hands and feet to get to the top, my legs were to short to just walk up them. I found momma and crawled in bed with her. The next morning at breakfast, I was sitting in momma's lap eating cereal, when momma asked me how I got the door to the stairs open. I told her the man opened the door and let me in. Momma said 'what man?', I told her the man in the big picture with the beard. I think everyone in the room about had a stroke then. There was a big picture of my great grandfather hanging in the kitchen, with his big beard. He had died when my mom was a teenager.

avmalibu - 2015-05-29 6:27 PM


seriously? I don't believe in ghosts, never have. But then I wonder how to explain things like that... 

svincent - 2015-05-29 10:34 PM

I have a few to share, but they aren't mine personally - just stories from our area that I have heard folks tell over the years. We live on the Oregon Coast, prime Sasquatch territory: BIG timber, dense underbrush, dark and wet landscape. If something lived in these forests up here and didn't want to be found - it wouldn't be.

1. A man named Jap Yoakum worked as a timber faller (logger, who cut down trees for a living). He was a VERY large man, and was married to a VERY small Native American woman. One day he was running late home from work in the woods and it got dark on him, and he claims to have seen something in the woods that night. From that night on, he NEVER went outside after dark. Not at night, not in the morning, not at all. If it happened to be dark when they arrived home from town, he would stay in the truck with the lights on, and send his wife into the house to unlock the door and turn all the lights on. He wouldn't go out to milk the cow until the sun came up, he WOULD NOT go outside. He never would speak of exactly what he saw, be it Sasquatch or a ghost or something else. Jap was a very large, tough man who worked in the woods his entire life, so for his habits to suddenly change and be riddled with that much fear; really struck a nerve with the community.

2. A man named Dude Edwards was riding around with his father in a pickup and they came across a well-known timber faller walking down the road with his saw over his shoulder. When they stopped to ask him what was going on, he replied with "I'm never setting another ****ed foot in those f'ing woods after the SOB I saw in there today."

3. A man named George Edwards (Dude's brother) was moving a dozer down the middle of a ridge on a perfectly calm day without a breath of wind. Halfway up the ridge he looked over towards the old settler cemetery that had a single tree in the middle of it (with other trees nearby on the outside of the cemetery). He says that without any trace of wind in the area at all, that single tree was blowing around and nearly bent like in a gale.

All three of those stories took place within like a ten mile radius in an area that is generally regarded as a creepy place. Some people think there are old Indian graveyards up that ridge, some people swear that that is where Sasquatch is hiding. My husband was engaged to a girl whose family lives up that ridge and her father has done EXTENSIVE farming on their property: dozing huge swathes of land, disturbing everything... Anyways, he has some sort of undiagnosed chronic illness that just makes him feel like absolute crap all the time - EXCEPT when he isn't on the ridge. He regularly goes to various other areas where he has vacation homes and after being at ANY of those places will feel better within a few days. As soon as he gets back home to Oregon, he is sick within days. My husband thinks that he built the family house on some sort of Indian spiritual site.

I am a firm believer in Sasquatch. After living up here, and hunting up here, I don't see how anybody living near the woods of the Pacific Northwest couldn't.

Vickie - 2015-05-30 10:38 AM