When I was about 17 we lived in this old farmhouse that my great-aunt and great-uncle lived their whole lives in. Another great-uncle who had been a nasty dude had already died and the place all and all had a terrible vibe to it due to this history. The old people there were both old as dirt and demented at the time. My family moved there due to falling on hard times financially. Several weird things happened to me there, here’s the ones I still remember vividly:

The house was a big farmhouse that had a large attic. It had been filled with old magazines and stuff that I found interesting so one day I went up there with my lil sis to see what we could find. After a while my sister got bored and left. When I got tired of browsing the old papers and decided to leave too, the latches on the door were closed both from the inside and out. I freaked the fuck out. Had to spend time screaming for help, because the door to the attic was pretty far from the areas where people spent time. Everyone claimed to not having been anywhere near the door while I was there, and who closed it from the inside?

The second thing happened in one of the adjacent buildings. There were many adjacent buildings that were all in a bad shape. The sauna was in an old barn building that had an attic that had no walkable floor on it anymore that you could safely walk on.

The lore of the barn was that the now dead uncle used to sit in the barn and get drunk and I hated going in there at all. However the sauna was there and I tried to be a reasonable adult with my superstition and decided to go bathe in there. It was dark and the vibes were bad, but I got on with my bathing.

As I sat on the sauna steps I started to hear heavy footsteps, clear as day, from the attic above me. Someone was clearly pacing from one end of the attic to the other, sounded like heavy boots or something. First I thought nothing of it and figured that my dad or my uncle has gone up there to find something. It took me a moment to realize the attic has no usable floor.

I’ve never gotten out from a place faster than I did then. Went back to the house to find everyone else watching the tv, grilled them on being in the barn attic, nobody admitted to being there and again, the attic had no floor. It was also pitch dark and it had no lights.

The third was just a light in the barn flickering on and off in the night, in the room where the nasty uncle used to sit and drink. This was something that most of us saw. The problem with this one was that the electricity to the old sections of the barn had been cut long ago, so there should have been no light.

I was so happy when me moved out of there.