I live near Verona, Ohio. I own a 70 acre farm I bought in 1994. Old farm buildings were built in late 1800's. The one barn was for drying tobacco, and had a tobacco stripping shed attached to the barn. From the time I lived there, it always seemed like weird happenings would go on in the tobacco barn. It got so strange I ended up hanging a old crucifixion picture, and it is still there today.
I converted the stripping shed to a work shop. Couple years ago I was restoring an old tricycle and had the frame in a vise that was left at the farm from years ago. Went to the house and came back to the shed. I went to the vice to work on the tricycle, looked up and there was a wood dowel pin hanging mid air. I look at it, and the dowel pin dropped to the floor.
I was shocked. I left the barn to collect my thoughts. I told myself I have to face whatever this is. I went back in and looked around. I tried putting a CD in the player, it would not operate. I finally got it to work, and I just set in there listening to music. I called it out to see if it would show itself, but nothing happened.
I was still shook-up that night at work. I could not believe what happened. Got home at 4:00 pm and went to bed. Didn't sleep very good. The next morning I decided I would go out in the barn, and try to figure out what happened.
Went into the shed, and I asked whatever it was to leave. I seen a figure out of the corner of my eye, but facing I could not see it. I went out into the barnyard and I seen a figure move across the yard heading to the northwest.
On and off over the past couple years I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of something. I don't have the fears like I use to about ghost. I go out to the barn all the time. And I always think about some of the things that I have encountered out there. One time I even sprinkled Holy Water for Exorcism. It left a relaxing feeling out there.
Not too many people believed what happened. They asked me what was I drinking. Local farmer thought it was someone that lived on the farm in the 50's. My mom asked if they tried to hurt me.