Speaker 1: While exploring an abandoned farmhouse in rural California, two friends
came face to face with something dark, an encounter so
chilling that still haunts them decades later. My name is
Edwin and here is Dory. It's true scary story.
Speaker 2: I grew up on my grandparents and great grandparents property
the Central Valley of California. In the eighteen hundreds, my
family settled there. I'm not sure how they got the land.
I think they got it from the Native American Indian
tribe that was in the area. I think it's the mewalks.
My great grandparents built a big, huge custom home on
the property at Peach Orchards, then Walnut Orchards, all the orchards.
Then my grandparents built a big branch house on that
property as well. When I was a teenager, we moved
onto the property, onto a separate house next to my
grandparents' house. So we spent a lot of time outside.
I had horses and whatnot. Our property was forty acres
and we were up on a bluff. The bluff overlooked
the top of Walnut Orchards, so we would go down,
especially in the summertime. We'd either ride the horses or
walk and we'd take this one road that went straight
down of almost a mile and our property ended at
the river. Good day where this story comes into play.
This summer, my friend and I we were going to
walk down there, just killing time. We usually went to
the east. This time I said, let's go to the
west because last week when I was with another friend
riding our horses, I rode past this old house that
was sitting back off the river, off the road. We
could tell from the road far away it's abandoned. I said,
let's go check it out. Here's anything cool there. So
we start walking down there. It's a small, little white,
one bedroom, little square house. Immediately behind it is a
very large wooden barn. It was clear that this house
was probably built like in the twenties, turn of the century.
It's an old, dilapidated house. It's in the middle of nowhere.
There's just for as far as you can see in
any direction, it's just orchards. So as we were approaching it,
we were being kind of quiet because we didn't know
if there were like any other random people out there.
It was just we were just two girls, so we
wanted to be careful that we weren't going to bump
into some sairy dudes down there, so we kind of
did a big circle around the barn in this house
to make sure nobody was there and we were quiet
as we were doing it. This barn is massive, huge, huge,
huge barn, the size of a two story building, but
there was no second story in it. It was just
really high rafters. The doors to the barn were slid open.
There was probably maybe a five or six feet space
between the back wall of where the house was and
the back wall of the barn, and the barn was
totally intact. There was nothing wrong with it. That thing
was solid. The house, on the other hand, half of
the walls one half of the house, there were no
walls left. Trees had crashed into it, Branches and leaves
were everywhere. The front heart of it was intact, but
the back wall of the house and the back right
side of the house the walls were gone, but you
can still see kind of the footing. Three quarters the
wall was still standing. We go around to the back
of this barn as we were making our loop around
to make sure known as there there's an old tractor
completely covered by the weeds and dry grass twenty feet
thirty feet away from the barn behind us. As we're
facing these barn doors, we're looking inside of it. You
could tell it's not used anymore. There's cobwebs from ceiling
to floor, dust moats floating through the air. It was
late in the afternoon, sun shining through. Everything is covered
in this real fine layer of dust. It's clear no
one uses this barn. On the right hand side of
the barn there was like a workbitch that just had
odds and ends of stuff that people just never used anymore.
Old tools and cans and bottles, suitcases, not a whole
lot of stuff, but there was nothing really of any value.
Over there. On the left hand side of the barn
was big railroad ties, those heavy wooden railroad ties, probably
twenty or thirty of them, butted up. It probably took
up like fifteen feet long by maybe four feet highs.
They were just staffed, not very neatly until they'd been
there for years and years and years and years. Cobwebs
all over hay, all over dust, and there were barrel
hoops thrown on top of them, and pieces of wire
that used to be maybe a grape vineyard that was
in the empty fields that were around us. They also
had peach orchards down there, so there was a lot
of old orchard equipment, wooden things and metal rings and wire.
And then at the back left corner, all the way up,
actually the whole back wall of the barn was hay
bales that had fallen apart and were just high piled
up there. It was probably five feet high by maybe
the width of the house. There must have been tons
of bales of hater that fall on apart over ten
or twenty years, and it's just laying there, covered in dust,
covered in cob webs. So as we walked through, you know,
we're kind of breaking through a few cob webs, and
I'm afraid of spiders, so I'm giggling about, Oh, I
don't want to see any spiders. And we walk around
and we're looking, oh, maybe we'll see some old cool
tool or some old cool bottle or something interesting, fun,
old antique, whatnot to take with us. We walk around
in there, we don't see anything of interest, and we
walk back out. We go around to the front of
the house. On the front porch is a whole bunch
of old abandoned washers and dryers and from probably the fifties.
As we get into the main part of this little
square house, we walked into where there used to be
a wall, but there was no more wall there. It
was only about two feet high, like the foundation in
the bottom part of the wall was there. My friend
goes in and as we walk into the house, if
we were standing in the dead center of this perfect square,
we were both looking at the back wall of this
bar because there's no wall there to the house. While
of that house was gone. To the left is a kitchen.
You can walk into this little tiny kitchen, and then
going on that side also as one little bedroom. And
I stayed right where I was in the center of
this house, and I was looking at what was probably
the living room, and there was no wall there. There
was a pile of just junk on the ground. There's
also branches, leaves, everything kind of mixed up in this
pile of junk. So my friend goes to the front part.
She's looking through the other rooms, and I'm looking in
this pile. And as I'm kind of using a stick
and I'm pushing things around, see what's in this pile,
I see this staff like a walking stick. It's probably
about four or five feet long, and it is intricately carved.
There's carving over every inch of it. It's very detailed,
ornate carving. And so I'm like poking it with a stick,
looking at it, squinting, like what is that? My friend
calls me kind of in a panic. I startle and
I go kind of hustling back to the front part
of the house where she is a lizard scared or something.
I said, Kimar, you got to see what's in this pile.
This thing's cool. So we walk back to where I
was standing at this pile, and from where we're standing,
we are probably five or six feet from the back
wall of the barn. If you've ever been in an
old barn or like an old wooden fence, you could
see kind of through the cracks of the wood, just
a little tiny bit you can see through the cracks
of the wood. And so I get to that pile
and I'm like, look, there's this stack here. I start
poking around on the pile and there's nothing there. It's
not there. And she goes, what what did you see?
And I said, there was this stick. And as soon
as I started talking about it. There came a sound
from inside that barn that was so deafeningly loud. It
sounded like somebody had dropped a great train inside that barn.
The ground shook, and it was like whatever was at
the back of the barn where the doors were, it
was like a train, or it was louder than a truck.
It was. Whatever it was was so loud to barreling
into the barn, so fast, so furious. You could hear
the wood flying, you could hear those barrel rings flying,
you could hear the railroad ties flying, you could hear
those hay everything scattering in there. The walls were shaking,
the ground was shaking, the air was just reverted. It
was so loud. Everything was moving in there. And then
whatever it was hit the back of the wall of
that barn, right in front of us, eye level, and
you could just hear this guttural rowel and breathing on
the other side of this wall. And this wasn't a person,
this wasn't a car. This was a sound that I
can't even describe how incredibly loud it was. We're both frozen,
staring at this wall. Through the slats of this wall,
we start to kind of inch our way to the right,
to God to walk out away from this house. Staring
at the wall as we do, you can tell something's
on the other side of the wall. You can see it.
Dust is kind of coming through the slats of the wood.
You could see eyes through those slats, but you can't
make out the shape. You could see something on the
other side of the wall. It was dark black. The
eyes were like a yellowish, thin kind of red. As
we started facing the wall, slowly inching our way out
of the house, not taking our eyes off of this wall.
It's still breathing and following us, and you could hear
things moving on the other side of that wall. We
come around where there's a clearing and we take off running.
We don't look back. We take off running, and we
must have ran three quarters of a mile before one
of us just literally collapses on the ground and run
itself out. We look at each other. You look around,
make sure nothing's following, nothing's following us. We look at
each other, what the heck just happened? And we start
reliving and recanting what we saw, what we heard. When
we both first started talking, we couldn't believe what had
just happened. Part of you wanted to say, this can't
be what I thought it was. So as I started
explaining what I saw, my friend Jennifer starts finishing my sentences,
and I'm doing the same for her, like did you
see the skin looked like it was leather. Did you
see his eyes? Yeah, the eyes were red. What was
that we saw? Why was that so loud? But how
was that barn still standing? As we're sitting there catching
our breath. Another friend was like a younger brother to me,
comes up because he was going down the river to
go fishing. He's like, what are you guys doing? We
tell him what happened. He's like, you guys are full
of craft. There's nothing there. You guys are crazy. I'm like, dude,
I am not kidding you. I am never lie to you.
I am not joking. He was like, all right, then
show me. We get up. We start walk back there.
I said, I'll walk back there, but I'm not going
in there again. I'm never going back in there. So
we walk back over there, take a big white berth
around it, you know. When we go back to where
the barn, I said, I just want to see what
you go in that barn, you'll see there are that
place is toward the shreds. So we get to the
very back and I'm far away and I'm looking at
the inside of this barn and it looks like exactly
like it did when we first got there. There's still
cobwebs hanging on the ceiling. Everything's in the exact same place.
Nothing has been moved, no dusts, a skew anywhere. It's
exactly the same. I tell him, I was like, hey,
go over there in that house and go look in
that file over there and see if there's a long
stick in that set him and there I'm beginning pick
and he's stupid. So he went in there and he's like,
there's nothing new here. There's just trash in here. There's
old cans and like leaves and trash and there's nothing
in air, And what are you talking about? I go back.
I start doodling. Later that evening, I'm like doodling, like
I can't picture the images that were on that stick,
but I've never seen anything like it. Later and Jennifer
and I talked about that years later and for days
after that. The only thing I can say to describe
what we saw what would being. I have a hard
time telling the story to people because no one's going
to believe it. But at that time, I didn't watch
scary stories. I was raised in a very religious family.
We weren't allowed to talk about that stuff. Being reolved
in that stuff like it was not part of my world,
part of my just my experience. It wasn't something I
was looking for, It wasn't anything I was expecting. But
I know what I saw, and it was from that
point on that it really made me wonder what else
is out there because I can't explain what I heard
and what I saw. Since that time, as an adult,
now it has made me interested in what else is
out there. There's something else that goes on in our
world that's more than just you know, flesh and bone.
There's there's something else out there. So I've been interested
in reading and studying, trying to figure out but a
little bit afraid of finding out exactly what I saw.
Since that day, there are very few things that actually
scare me. Almost everything else is tangible you can fight
your way out of it. There was no fighting. You
knew you were completely powerless to this. That terrified me
to buy Core, to.
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