This happened at my grandmother's farm. We go there from time to time to enjoy our time and have fun. It is a pretty big farm and for some reason I believe that it has many secrets under its soil. I was 19 years old and we were on our way to get there. I was in the car with my parents and siblings driving all the way from our house to that farm that takes about an hour in a car, when I kept hearing howlings coming from somewhere as soon as we reached the area that has all the farms that I used to call "the dead grounds", as you can hardly notice any living being there, but still it's beautiful with amazing nature.
We reached the farm finding my cousins there, who are about my age. At night we made a big fire, sitting around it and talking when one of my cousins suggested that we start telling each other ghost stories, and since I have a lot of them I went first.
During the story I started hearing the howlings again and I looked around and asked them if they heard the same, they all said no. I asked my family who were with me in the car if they heard that when it happened and they also said no, so I just thought I'm hearing stuff.
After a while we decided to go treasure hunt like the old days when we were much younger, and I did not really find it a good idea because it was way too dark and I was the oldest between them all, and if anything happened to them I will be held responsible, but I agreed.
We took our flash lights and we went down to the woods that are around the farm. We kept searching and looking around in the dark. My little sister did not like it so she kept holding on to me, too scared. I suddenly started to hear the howling again and suddenly I saw this wolf standing on a rock looking at me with yellow eyes that actually looked like flash lights themselves. It kept staring at me for long, I stood in my place shocked and not being able to move, and I pointed the light right at it and it disappeared, and I heard the howling once again.
My sister was asking me what made me do that and I was like "didn't you see that wolf?". She said no to me and that I'm starting to scare her.
I yelled at my cousins and told them it's time to go back. While we were walking back I looked behind me and I saw the same wolf standing on the same rock looking at me but it did not look like it wants to attack me, it looked calm and just wanted to look right at me through my eyes.
After getting to the farm house I asked my grand mother if there are any wolves around there, and she told me that she never saw any wolf there, but only once in her life that she heard about a wolf who kept coming and the farmer who takes care of the farm saw the wolf one day, trying to eat one of the horses and he chased him down to the woods and shot him there.