So one stormy night, 2 of my friends wanted to go on another ghost hunt. I didn't really want to for simply 2 reasons: We went yesterday, and it was pouring rain outside. Eventually they managed to get me to go with the dumb idea because we had never gone during a storm before.
There is an old historical marker that's just outside my town that I used to visit with my history class on field trips when I was in elementary school. At that age I never thought that I'd be repeating the 30 minute drive in my early twenties ghost hunting there a couple of times a month.
When we arrived, I put the car in park and there was a moment of silence... I remember feeling the tension in the air as everyone was debating to get out of the car into the pitch black darkness. There were no street lights on this sketchy empty road and it was also a new moon so, you could imagine... We all had the proper-ish rain gear on as well as our waterproof flashlights, which were actually mine and I didn't buy them to use in this occasion but, anything works right?
We stepped out of the car and headed for the front gate, where we paused. I gave my friends a "so we're really doing this?" look before we headed into the historical "warzone". The only thing left of the buildings were the chimneys. The rest of the buildings faded with time, which I thought was really cool. I remember going up to one of the chimneys when I was younger and touching it, asking myself if someone else back in the 1800's touched the EXACT same spot lol.
Anyway, we ventured further and further into the field and headed towards the furthest corner. I have not the slightest idea why but, that's what I get for following my friends. It was a cool feeling however, walking in the rain with flashlights as your only light source and such.
Once we go to the food storage building, that I always thought of as a walmart for some reason, we took another pause to realize how far we were from the front gate. It was at this point where it started to get a bit odd... The storm was getting so bad that the lightning started to come in small mob waves it seemed like, one after the other. Loud crashing thunder. We decided to take cover in the foor storage building, which was the only building that still had its roof. We watched out the windows as the field slowly started turning into a puddle. I remember starting to think about the 1800's again at this point. Who stood in the same spot I stood? Who else has looked out of this same exact window back in that time?
Aaron, the most fearless out of us all (usually), suddenly said that we needed to leave. It caught my friend Liz and I by surprise. I just assumed it was because of the storm but, we both didn't hesitate on agreeing with him. I had so much rain stuffed in between all of the crevices in my large rain coat that I swore it made it a little bit more difficult to move.
We attempted to make our way towards the front gate slowly but surely and with our heads down. The rain was blowing in our direction at this point so it made it difficult to simply look straight ahead. However, we came to a stop just in the middle. Well, Liz and I did anyway, Aarond kept walking and just called out to us to keep walking but, we just stood there, trying to analyze our surroundings the best we could. The reason I stopped is because I was hearing something in the distance that sounded like a faint scratching noise. Like nails scratching a plank of wood repeatedly. It wasn't stopping either...
I asked Liz if she was hearing the same thing and she agreed quickly and we both took a glance at Aaron who was stopped as well, looking back at us in the distance. He noticed we had looked at him and he tried shouting at us this time, "Let's go!" but, we continued to look around. The sound was so...omnious, that you couldn't just walk away from it without knowing what it was first. Then all of a sudden a flash of lightning lit up the entire sky and our surroundings and it just so happens that I was looking at this tree in the distance at this time.
Now, let me give you the best visual in this very moment while this flash of lightning lit up my view. I'm getting goosebumps just typing this... This tree was similar to what a willow would look like. The leaves hang low and almost touch the ground. Perfect to stand under to take cover from the beams of the hot sun. Well, this particular tree's leaves didn't touch the ground but, had to have been at LEAST 12 or 13 feet up from doing so. The average HUMAN is about what like 9 foot right?
Now I don't know if it was my adrenaline but, it seemed like this flash of lightning lasted longer than a few seconds. Just long enough for me to see what was under the tree against the bark. A pair of dark long legs. Now it doesn't seem creepy but the problem is, it was JUST legs. The rest of the body was covered by the hanging leaves which remember, STARTED at about 13 feet and going up. So I had just caught a glimpse of a pair of legs that freaking stood about 12 feet tall!
I thought my mind was playing inhuman tricks on me in this moment but, the thought went away when I heard Liz shout, "oh my god!" And Aaron shout, "Run!". We all bolted for my car and I got the hell out of there, telling everyone not to look behind us in case they saw something more messed up. I even tilted my rearview mirror in case my curiosity got the best of me.
Later that night, we found out why Aaron really wanted to leave. He said that when we were all at inside the food storage building, he was watching a figure of what looked like woman in the distance. She was holding something long. Like a whip. I asked if she was inhumanly tall and he said no.
So I'm not sure what the hell we all saw underneath that tree but I'm glad the leaves covered the rest of it. Please tell me what you think and what you think that thing was! I need to know!