The night started with a fight with my girlfriend over attending a party at my friend Kyle's house, with the result being that we would attend the party if I did not drink due to the fact that my girlfriend was too scared to drive on the narrow back roads where my friend's farm was located. We arrived at the party around 11pm; everyone was at the bon fire about 100 yards behind his house. Being a bigger guy at the time I thought that I was at least able to drink 2-3 beers and still be ok to drive on the narrow roads and avoid the cops since Kyle lived on side farming roads 10 miles outside of town.
The party was in full swing I decided to sneak off into the house and have a beer without my girlfriend realizing I was gone. I got 1 beer down and returned to the bon fire. 10 minutes later I had the urge to have one or two more "which really means 4-5" I returned to the house grabbed 3 beers and was just about to open the first one when I heard people coming into the house, assuming it was my girlfriend looking for me I ran out the front door to the porch of the house to slam back the beers. I opened the beer but on doing so I felt something grab my hand and hold it on the bottle. I tried to pull my hand off but it was like something wouldn't let me take it off the bottle " the best I can describe the feeling is that it felt like something magnetic was forcing my hands on the bottle" after 10-20 seconds of trying to use my hand I thought I was having a stroke or heart attack. Right at the point of yelling for help "thinking I needed medical attention" my hand got loose again. I dropped the beers and ran back into the house.
While in the house I had a strange feeling that I shouldn't be in the house or even at that party, almost like a feeling of something was happening or about to happen. At that point I just wanted to go home "still thinking I had a small tremor or stroke" which didn't make sense being that I am a very athletic and in a shape guy.
As I drove down the road I noticed flashing lights ahead. It was a ride program " ride program = cops catching drunk drivers" which in 23 years of living in my small town. I had never seen police so far out on the back roads, it was unheard of. I went through the check with no problem and arrived home.
The next day I called my buddy Kyle and asked him if any weird things ever happened to him or his family since they just moved into the farm house 2 years prior. At which point he told me that his mom "who was a solid church going farm girl" said that she has had many run ins with the spirits at their farm house. She explained that the spirits were in no way bad and that the previous owners had the farm as a getta way from their busy medical lives. The people that lived at the farm before were 2 doctors that treated alcoholics and people with addiction in the 1960's. At this point I had to talk to Kyle's mom, lucky for me she was home, she went on to tell me that she has seen the two previous owners "who died in 1991" at the barn and sitting on the front porch of the house "right where I would have chugged my 2 beers" she went on to say that the spirits would leave little reminders "nothing scary" to remind the family that they shared the house.
Was it them who grabbed my hand as to warn me of the ride program that I may have got busted at?
After that I changed my outlook on drinking and driving and attended college for police foundations and never drank and drove again. Did I mention that 4 of my friends lost their licenses for driving while intoxicated?