The Farmer

So to give you some back story I'm 13 years old and I live in cairns, Australia. The place that I live was originally built over old sugar Cain farm. So I moved into this house about 4 years ago now, and the house was about four years old when we bought it. About a year after we moved in strange things began to happen. Objects would disappear from their original places, creepy noises in the walls.

This was your typical cliche ghost but then it started to get worse. At 3:00a.m. (the witching hour) I would constantly hear scraping in the wall as if someone was scraping the inside of the wall with a rake. Then in late autumn just after my birthday I woke up. I was sweating severally, so I suspected that the power was out.

As I hoped out of bed I felt something. A HAND. It was soft but it felt strange. I instantly flipped out and tried to get away. The thing had a very weak gripped so I managed to scurry to my brothers room. As I explained what happened to him of course he didn't believe me. He just old me that it was a bad dream, and that I should just go back to sleep.

I new this wasn't a dream though. It was real. I headed to my mothers room to tell her that the power had gone out. When I went in there, was a figure. It was a tall yellowish figure with just a hint of black. When I took another step it turned around. It stared, it started with big giant eyes but only with the white. As I glimpsed at it before I got the hell out of there I could see it was dressed in old 1900s farming clothing.

As I ran back to my room the power had just come back on. I was extremely glad, but I still didn't want to go into my room or my mums room. So I slept on the floor in my brothers room. I have no idea what grabbed me that night or if its coming back for me I have no clue. It has since been 10 months since this account. I think the ghost or whatever it was is gone and I hope that it never comes back.

Thank you for reading.