A couple of weeks ago it was my best friend's birthday. She lives by an old pigsty which you can see from her garden. She told us was haunted, but we didn't really believe her. My friend thought it was haunted by the pigs and the guy who owned them.
I remember a couple of years ago my friend coming into school and she looked quite upset. She told us that the guy who owned the pigs had abandoned them and had left them in the pigsty to die. She could hear them squealing every night. Of course it stopped after they had all died. From starvation, I assume. Not long after, the guy died from a heart attack. I think some foxes or meat-eating animals had taken the pigs away because there nothing there anymore.
Anyway, we were camping that night and at about half ten my friend suggested that we go ghost hunting in the pigsty. Nobody wanted to go except me so my friend and I went together with one torch between us.
Before I start on what happened, I'll tell you a sort of map of the building so you'll understand what I'm on about. The building is a long rectangle with two long rows of eight square sections. There's a doorway in the middle, so there's two rows of four sections either side of you. And two doorways on each corner of the building. There's a little alley going along the length and middle of the building and all round the edge of the building. The walls creating the sections are only up to our knees. And for some reason there is a barbecue in one of the sections to our left.
We entered the building through the middle entrance and the barbecue was in the section closest to our left. So we then walked out that entrance and went round to the entrance at the right bottom corner. The barbecue had moved to the the section that was two away from us. It had been completely silent and nobody else was there.
We left that entrance and went to the top right corner entrance. Again the barbecue had moved; it had gone diagonally across and was now in the the section closest to us. We got a bit freaked out and my friend wanted to go back. But I went up to the barbecue and touched the lid and then the handles; the barbecue was cold.
Next we went round to the top left entrance and again the barbecue had moved to the section that was four sections away from us. My friend then chickened out and ran back to her house. I quickly followed her because I saw a dark figure in the alley. We told our friends and they all wanted to see this for themselves.
All 10 of us girls went back to the pigsty and everyone split up and were going through different entrances to see if it worked. But there were so many people going in and out of entrances that the barbecue was never out of sight once and didn't move. But I kept on seeing the black figure running around. Soon it started to get silly and we went back and got into our sleeping bags. It was a good night and it was hilarious but occasionally through the night I could hear the sound of pig squeals.