We Were Not Alone on That Property

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It is extremely rural too. To reach the property, for instance, you leave the highway and then drive several miles down gravel and dirt roads with nothing around. When there's heavy rain too, the low areas flood and sometimes the road becomes difficult to pass for a day or two here. One reason that we bought it was because the land was cheap and completely surrounded by undeveloped forest. Behind our property, there's a huge stretch of state-managed wildlife land and on the other side, there's tribal territory that has been there for a long time. Because of that too, the area has tons of animals. Deers, hogs, coyotes, even the occasional black bear. My husband, he's a military veteran and being out somewhere quiet like that helps him a lot mentally. He's been through multiple deployments and nature is one of those few things that consistently helps him relax. When we bought the land too, the listing it mentioned that there were three structures somewhere on it. An abandoned house, a small hunting cabin and an old deer stand. The realtor admitted that the land was so overgrown that she had never actually seen the last two, but we located the main structure the first day. It wasn't really a house anymore, I guess you could say. More like a collapsing shack, really. The roof was partially gone, the floor had holes in it. Our plan from the beginning was to tear it down and eventually build something new. We also spent two full days walking the rest of the property, trying to locate the other two structures and we actually tried to do it pretty methodically too. We walked the land in a sort of grid pattern using a GPS app, so we wouldn't miss anything, but still nothing. Eventually though, we started demolishing the old shack and while breaking up the bathroom area, my husband was removing an old cast iron tub with a sledge hammer. When the tub cracked open, something came loose and stuck to the head of the hammer. It was a pair of small children's underwear. They had a cartoon character on them and in slide was what looked like a used sanitary pad. There was a brown stain on it. We both just sort of stood there staring at it because it made absolutely no sense. Then we looked under the tub and found several more pairs stuffed into the dirt and debris underneath. At this point, we stopped what we were doing and called the local sheriff's office. The only information that we had about the previous owner was that he was currently in prison apparently, but we didn't know what the charges were. We thought that maybe this could be evidence of something serious. The sheriff's office took down our information over the phone, but nobody ever came out to collect anything. We ended up taking pictures of the items and then burning them because we didn't really know what else to do with it. After that day though, things started feeling strange around the property. Not dramatic stuff, but just a constant sense that someone might be nearby even when there was nobody around. If you've ever had that feeling when you're walking alone at night and suddenly feel like you're being watched, it was basically that. I'd mostly noticed it after dark as well. A couple of months later, we hired a logging crew to clear about one acres of tree so that we could install a well and some solar panels and whatnot. When the equipment finished clearing the area, something appeared that we hadn't seen before. It was the small cabin. It was sitting only about 60 feet behind the original shack that we had demolished. But that made no sense whatsoever because we had searched that exact area multiple times. The underbrush must have just been so thick though that it was completely hidden. I mean, that's the only way that we could explain it. The cabin itself was in decent shape, and when we opened it, we found a loft bed, an old wood stove, and several plastic storage bins. Inside of the bins were hundreds of letters written by the previous owner to his wife while he was in prison or something. Reading through them gave us a pretty clear idea of why he was locked up. The letters? They described different kinds of abuse within his own family. We contacted the authorities again about the letters, but they said that they weren't interested in collecting them. So we sealed the bins back up and we just left them in the cabin. For the next year, nothing really major happened too. Occasionally, I would get that uneasy feeling at night, but we figured it was just because the place was isolated. But then, one summer evening, something happened that really still bothers me. So my daughter came inside the house and asked me why I had gone up to the cabin earlier and left a candle burning. I told her that I hadn't been anywhere near the cabin that day, and she insisted that she saw a light flickering through the window while she was outside with the dogs or something. But that immediately made me nervous because we almost never go inside that building. So I quickly went outside and looked toward it. There was definitely a candle burning in the window. I woke up my husband and I told him that someone might be inside. He grabbed a flashlight and one of the dogs and went to check it out while I stayed near the phone. He was gone about half an hour. When he came back, he said that the cabin was empty. No footprints, no vehicles nearby, nothing disrupted except for a single oil candle burning on a shelf which he confirmed was there. Our dogs, well, they usually run ahead when exploring, but he said that they acted strangely, that they stayed behind him the entire time when he was there. We never figured out how that candle got lit, or how it even got there to begin with. But after that, we still lived there for several years and most of the time things were pretty normal. Occasionally we would hear noises outside at night, but with that much wildlife around, it's hard to know what's actually making them. During that time too, we also dealt with several family losses which made those years kind of blur together, I guess. Last year though, we finally upgraded our living situation and we brought in a newer mobile home to replace the old one. And almost immediately, after moving into it, I started noticing small things again. At night in the kitchen, I would hear sounds like one of our cats jumping off their tower behind me. Every time that I turned around though, there was no one there and no animals or cats or anything. My daughter, who is 18 and usually pretty calm, started saying that she felt uneasy sleeping in her room and began keeping the dogs in there at night too. Then a few weeks ago, something else strange happened. So I had bought some decorative battery powered candles at one stage. They're the kind that turn on with a small switch and randomly, one would turn on by itself. At first, I assumed it was a loose switch or maybe defective electronics or something. But after buying a completely different brand, the same thing kept happening. One candle at a time would suddenly turn on when nobody touched it. But the weirdest moment, that happened a few nights ago. So I was laying in bed listening to an audiobook while doing a puzzle on my phone. My husband had already fallen asleep next to me and at some point I felt pretty uneasy and sort of looked over. His arm was raised slightly in the air while he was asleep like he was reaching upward. Right above his hand was one of those candles and it had turned on. I grabbed my phone and took a photo because the whole scene looked just so strange but the moment that the picture snapped, his arm dropped back down and the candle slowly sort of fizzled out. I honestly don't know what to make of any of this which is part of the reason why I'm here. Maybe there are some normal explanations for everything that we've experienced but living out there has definitely had moments where things just didn't make a lot of sense. At this point, we just sort of keep the doors locked at night, keep the lights around the property on and we try not to overthink every little sound but I just can't get over it and so if you guys have any ideas as to what I can do about any of this, if you have any ideas as to whether this is paranormal or something else, please do let me know because I'm a bit lost in all of this. Hey guys, I'm Brian, the host of Brian Enten Investigates. Most other true crime and breaking news podcasters are in their basement or studio but not me, I am out on the road every single week. From inside prisons, to murder scenes, to active man hunts, there really isn't anywhere I won't go. Coast to coast, I am all about old fashioned boots on the ground reporting. You have to show up in person to cover the news and get the secrets and I have a way of getting people to talk. I cover stories others ignore with a relentless determination to get to the truth. Listen to Brian Enten Investigates every day wherever you get your podcasts. This happened when I was a kid. So my family moved around a lot between different parts of the UK because of relatives and work stuff. So I spent chunks of my childhood in many different places. One thing that stayed consistent though was my dad's weird hobby of dragging me out to look at old ruins. Not the famous tourist places either. He liked finding random mostly forgotten structures that were barely maintained. When I was about 11, we were living in Southern Wales, near the border with England. My dad had gotten into this habit of looking up obscure historical sites online and then driving out to them on weekends. He called it rune hunting. Most of the time it meant driving an hour just to look at a crumbling stone structure in the middle of farmland. One Saturday, he told me that he'd found an old fortress ruin somewhere pretty rural. It wasn't on any official tour list, which is exactly why he wanted to go and see it. According to what he read, the place dated back to the late 1400s and had been abandoned for centuries. After about an hour and a half of driving through smaller and smaller roads, we eventually pulled over next to a dirt lane beside a sheep pasture. It wasn't a parking lot or a sign or anything nearby, just a broken metal gate and way out in the field the ruins of a stone structure. From a distance, it looked bigger than the stuff that we usually visited. Most of the walls were collapsed but a few sections were still standing pretty tall. Two partial towers were still there too, though they were pretty cracked and covered in plants now. It didn't look maintained at all. Honestly, it looked like something people normally wouldn't be even allowed to walk around in. My dad didn't care about that kind of thing though. He grabbed his flashlight from the car and we climbed over the gate and walked across the field. Once we got close though, you could tell that the place was in pretty rough shape. Parts of the ground were uneven where the old floors had collapsed. There were random holes and piles of like loose stone everywhere. My dad was walking around taking photos, well I just sort of followed him. One thing that stood out immediately though was a doorway into one of the remaining walls. It led into what looked like a room inside of the structure, but the inside was completely dark. I mean pitch black. The sun was out but none of the light reached inside the entrance anymore. I walked up to the doorway and stood there for a second trying to see anything inside, but I couldn't. It was completely black. But here's the weirdest part. So I had this really strong urge to step inside anyway. I know that that sounds dumb, but that's the best way that I can explain it. I was nervous about it because I hated dark places when I was younger, but at the same time I felt this pull like I should just walk in and see what's there. I even took a couple of steps forward before stopping myself. Something about it felt wrong, like my brain was telling me to do it, but another part of me was saying that it was a really bad idea. So I backed away and decided to just walk around the outside of the ruins instead. A few minutes later though I found another opening on the other side of the structure. This one wasn't a room though. It was more like a narrow passageway built into the wall, almost like a tunnel that went inward. Unlike the first doorway, some daylight reached inside this one so I could see a part of the floor and it sloped slightly downward and then turned into darkness further in. And again I got that same weird feeling, the same urge to go inside. At that age I was usually the kind of kid who avoided stuff like that completely, but for whatever reason I stepped into the passage and I walked a few feet in. I didn't have a flashlight or anything so once the light from outside faded I really couldn't see ahead of me anymore. I remember sort of standing there looking into the dark part of the tunnel and feeling like I should just keep walking, like if I just went a few more steps I'd figure out what was back there. But something about it made me hesitate again. I started thinking about the floor being uneven and the fact that the whole place looked like it was about to collapse and that snapped me out of it. So I turned around but as I did I swear to you that I heard a voice come from the darkness somewhere saying come here and come inside. I immediately left after hearing that. After that too I found my dad and I told him about the tunnel thing that I'd seen and the voice that I'd heard. He was curious so he went over with his flashlight to check it out. I stayed outside while he walked inside this time. From where I was standing I could see the beam from his flashlight moving around the walls. He only stayed there for about maybe 20 seconds before he came back out again. And that surprised me too because normally he'd explore every corner of these places so I asked what was in there and he said that right where the dark section started the floor apparently dropped into a really steep and deep pit. Apparently part of the structure had collapsed a long time ago and left a hole like at least several feet down filled with broken stones and old bricks and it looked extremely dangerous if someone were to fall in there. According to him if someone kept walking in the dark they would almost definitely fall straight into it and at least break legs or something like that. And hearing that honestly freaked me out so much more because when I went in earlier I was probably only maybe a step or two away from where that drop started. If I had followed that weird impulse to keep going or got curious about that voice I probably would have walked straight into it. We stuck around the outside of the ruins another 10 minutes or so and then we headed back to the car eventually. On the drive home I mentioned the first doorway too, the one that was completely dark inside and I asked if he checked out while I was walking around what was in there and my dad is the kind of guy who normally doesn't get bothered by stuff. He used to be in the military and he's done plenty of sketchy things without thinking twice even so I expected him to say yes but instead he just said no. I asked why not and he kind of shrugged and said the room felt unstable and he didn't like the look of it. He said the floor inside might have been collapsed and he didn't want to risk it even with the flashlight. That response actually surprised me a lot. I'd seen him climb out onto our roof with no safety gear just to fix a chimney before so hearing him say that he didn't want to step into a room that felt unusual was really weird. Anyway we left and well that was that but the reason I still think about that place is the feeling that I had when I stood in those entrances. I mean I've been in plenty of old buildings before and ruins since then and I've never had that same weird pull to walk into a dark area like that ever again. Also I haven't heard any voices ever again too. I've tried a few times over the years to figure out exactly which ruin that was too mostly out of curiosity and I asked my dad about it recently and he remembers the trip but not the name of the place and he thinks it might have been somewhere near the Y valley but he isn't 100% sure. He also said that he might still have some photos from that day on an old hard drive somewhere so if he ever finds them I might finally figure out where it was and I'll also probably upload them here as well. But yeah that's the story and I still don't have an explanation for really any of it and it's still definitely weird to think just how close I might have been to stepping straight into that hole without even realizing it. So I just moved into my first solo apartment about a week ago and everything was fine at first just the usual unpacking and settling in. But then three nights ago something happened that honestly made me freeze. At exactly 1.12 in the morning there were three slow knocks on my front door not aggressive and not hurried just deliberate. My heart started pounding a bit I ran to the people looked out but there was no one there the hallway was empty no footsteps no sounds from the elevator nothing I thought that maybe it was someone at the wrong apartment so I ignored it. The next night same time same three slow knocks again no one there when I checked I even opened the door fully this time hallway completely empty. Then the third night it got worse same time and same knocks but this time after the third knock I heard a voice coming from just beyond the door and I swear to you that it was my own voice clear calm saying open up. I froze I don't know how that's even possible I was in the apartment nobody else could have been there and I ran to check the people again but again the hallway was empty. I even called my neighbor in the next unit to see if they had seen someone but they hadn't. The knocks I haven't stopped to. Every night at exactly 1.12 in the morning three slow polite knocks every night the voices come after sometimes like mine and sometimes like a whisper that I don't recognize but always saying the same thing. I've started keeping my phone on me and recording but so far there's nothing on playback it's like it only exists in the moment that I hear it. It doesn't sound random it's definitely intentional calm and patient like whoever or whatever is doing it knows exactly what they're doing. I've tried leaving the door open a crack during the night thinking that maybe it's some prank or something harmless the knocks certainly stop but then the whispers start from inside of the apartment coming from nowhere that I can really locate. I've sat in my living room for hours listening in fact and it doesn't sound like it's moving toward me it just sort of exists. I haven't told anyone in real life yet I don't want to sound insane and I keep telling myself that it's just stress or sleep deprivation maybe even some kind of auditory hallucination or something but the timing is so precise every time and I've even set alarms and time is now. I've been awake for 1.12 in the morning intentionally and the knocks happen on time every time. I'm honestly starting to consider moving or at least getting some sort of security camera in the hallway but I'm scared that whatever it is might see that and actually escalate. As anyone ever had something like this happen to them three slow knocks every night exact time and then hearing a voice that you know is yours telling you to open the door. I really don't know how much longer I can handle this. I've always considered myself someone who doesn't buy into ghosts or paranormal stuff. I mean I have had some weird experiences over the years for sure but I usually chalk them up to just overthinking except for one night that one still gives me goosebumps whenever I think about it and I had completely forgotten about it for years until recently. So a few years back I was babysitting for my cousin Leah and she had two daughters at the time. Maya and Lila. They were seven and four respectively. Lila was one of those kids who was either crying or screaming from the moment that the parents left. Nothing calmed her down either. Maya was calmer mostly but she had a little bit of a streak of mischief for sure. The house that we were in was new, just built but something about it always felt off. Not in a sort of haunted house obvious way but there was this sort of weight to it I guess like the rooms were really quiet and just really empty. Weird creaks, shadows that didn't match up with anything from time to time and a general stillness that made me uneasy. The bedrooms were weirdly arranged too. Maya was on the second floor, Lila had a small room tucked into the attic and the parents room was right across the hall from Maya's. Now normally I'd check the girls every hour or two but that night was different. I went to check on Maya first and she was asleep, nothing unusual. Then I went up to Lila's room. There was a chair on top of the bed and she was asleep under it. I thought okay kids do some strange stuff and so I removed it, went back downstairs and she didn't wake up. Now ten minutes later I went back to check and the chair was on the bed again. I moved it and went back downstairs again thinking that well maybe she must have woken up and put it back there or something. Last round of the night though, same thing, the chair on the bed again. At this point I was a bit tense, starting to feel really wrong about this house. I decided to take the chair downstairs with me so it wouldn't keep happening. Halfway down the stairs though, my neck hairs just stood up instantly. I stopped, the parents bedroom door was slightly open just a crack. I froze though because I swear to you that I felt eyes on me. Someone or something was watching me and I couldn't see anything but just dark shapes behind the door and then the door slam shut so hard that it literally rattled the frame in the entire house. The oldest Maya came out of her room at the same time. She looked at me calm but wide-eyed like she already knew something that I didn't. I asked her if she had opened the door but she shook her head. She said quietly don't look in there, it's better if we stay downstairs. At that point I wasn't about to argue too. My stomach dropped, my hands were shaking and for the first time in my life I genuinely felt unsafe in a house full of people. When Leah got home later, I tried to explain what had happened. She just sort of smiled faintly though and said yeah I know, just let it go, nothing you can do about it anyway. She acted like it was normal, like she'd been through it herself or something and something about that freaked me out even more. After that night though I never babysat there again. I asked Leah about it years later hoping that she'd give me an explanation but she just repeated the same line, just let it go. What haunts me about this too isn't the chair on the bed or the slamming of the door or anything, it's always been the weight in the house and that feeling that something was aware of me there and that the kids seemed to know more than even I did. Maya's calm reaction told me that she'd seen or felt the same thing before for sure but she wasn't scared and had just sort of accepted it. Even now thinking about that night I get chills. I don't know what was in that house, I don't know if it's still there or not but I know whatever it was, it didn't need to make noise or move objects to make its presence known, it just existed and I am absolutely sure that it was watching. Redfin isn't just built for endless browsing, it's built to help you find and own a home. With agents who close twice as many deals, when you find the one you've got a real shot at getting it. Get started at redfin.com. Own the dream. So I want to preface this by saying that I'm not trying to make this some viral post or anything, I'm not after money or attention or anything, I just want to share something that my family has passed down and maybe see if anyone out there has had a similar experience to it. Genuinely, that's it. So this story comes from my great grandfather who was a guaco in Argentina, driving cattle from the Cordoba Plains down to Buenos Aires. He did this basically from the early 1900s until the 1950s. And while at the time it was in the 1950s in Argentina, it still felt like the 1930s in the US. No real roads, no electricity everywhere, very rural and people were largely isolated. But he knew the land like the back of his hand back then. Every tree, hill, creek, every sound, he could tell a fox from a stray dog even, an owl from a hawk. But one night, while out late moving cattle, he heard a sound that just didn't fit any pattern that he knew. He followed it on horseback slowly apparently. The horse grew restless the closer they got, and eventually he reached an area that he didn't recognize, like a hidden hollow within a thicket. It was swampy vegetation, not a swamp like a real marsh, but just sort of soggy, dense plants that didn't belong there is how he described it. And that was when he saw them. He described them as creatures that were enormous, standing on two legs, moving awkwardly across the water, making a sound that he had never heard before. He estimated them two or three times the height of the horse's head, with long necks and tails and scaly sort of lizard-like skin. His horse refused to step any closer, and he swore that he could see their eyes reflecting in the moonlight. He said that it wasn't just one or two, there were several, all moving quietly but deliberately. He claimed that he froze, too afraid to get closer or spook them. After a while, he decided to retreat back to the cattle and wait until morning, and the next day he went back to the same spot, and the entire area looked completely normal. No swamp, no strange plants, no creatures. He checked for hours as well, but nothing. It was as if the place just vanished overnight. But here's the part that makes it stick with me the most. My grandfather was not someone to exaggerate. He never drank, never told jokes even, and wasn't trying to impress anyone. He was practically illiterate, grew up isolated, and had no access to movies, books or radio that could give him ideas about dinosaurs or giant lizards or anything. Yet he told this story for decades until he passed away. Everyone who heard it thought that he was making it up, but he always swore in his life that it was real. Some things I've thought about over the years, too, is was it a glimpse of something from the past, like a window showing animals that had long disappeared? Was it some kind of hallucination caused by the isolation or something like that, maybe the exhaustion or maybe ate something wrong? Or was it a species unknown to science, something that managed to survive hidden in that environment for a long time? I've never heard another story like this from anyone in the family, or anyone else from the area even. But it's always intrigued me. He described the creatures with such precision and calm, almost like he was trying to report it scientifically rather than freak out. I'd love to hear if anyone else out there has had anything similar happen, or if they've heard of anything like this, like seeing animals or creatures that shouldn't exist in our time or place, or a vision of prehistoric type creatures or something. I can answer some questions if anyone wants more details about the location, what he described or his routine even. But just again to reiterate, this is 100% what my great grandfather claimed to have experienced, and it's been passed down through my family, eventually making it to me. This happened back in 2022. Me and my friends, Chris, Marcus and Leo, decided to have a sleepover at Marcus's house. It was the kind of neighborhood where everything is neat, quiet, and a little too empty at night. Marcus though had somehow gotten an old spirit board from his older cousin. None of us had ever tried one before. We didn't set it up until around midnight, after a bunch of snacks and video games. But before we even started though, we agreed to follow all the rules that we read online. No joking around, no asking about death, don't invite anything in, and that kind of stuff. At first, nothing really happened too. We asked if anyone was there, and after a few minutes, the planchette slowly moved. Genuinely, I thought one of my friends was messing with me, but when I looked around, all of them were frozen, staring at it just like me. We asked simple things at first, like what time it was. The board spelled out 12.57am. I checked my phone and it was exactly right. That freaked us out more than anything else, I think. We didn't ask about death or names, thinking that that would be too disrespectful. But we did ask if the spirit was friendly, and the board spelled bad. At that exact moment, we heard something from downstairs too. Not a regular house noise, but banging and scraping, like furniture being pushed around. Then the basement door, locked all day, slowly creaked open on its own, then slammed shut with enough force to rattle the walls. I could feel my hands shaking and we looked back at the board, and it started spelling something out by itself. I see you as what it spelled. Then there was a deafening bang from downstairs and that was it. We all jumped up and agreed to end the session immediately. I called my mum to pick me up and the others went to sleep in a different friend's house for the night. I was too shaken to do anything but go straight to my bed once I got home. Around 3.40am in the morning, I woke up to a faint whisper. It sounded like my voice repeating the words we saw earlier. I see you. I woke up with my heart dropping and I looked toward my window. I swear to you that there was a shadow figure, tall and featureless, standing just outside staring at me. My bed was directly across from the window and I froze for a second, then bolted out of the room screaming for my parents. They came in and checked, but the figure was gone. They asked me to explain what had happened and when I told them about the board, they were furious that we'd even touched it. They called in a priest to bless both me and the house. My friends' families did the same thing for their kids' houses just to be safe and I'm 18 now and I still remember that night clearly. I don't know if it was real, some kind of shed hallucination or something else entirely, but I never want to touch a spirit board ever again and I avoid anything paranormal completely now. That night, it left me feeling like I saw something that I really wasn't supposed to and I've never felt completely normal in a quiet dark house since then. G'day mates, it's Be Buster here. 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