It was the summer of 1987 in The Netherlands (Hasselte in Drente) and I was 13 years old. I was spending three weeks at my grandma's farm. She was a sweet grandma, always around to make cookies and keep me busy around the farm with the animals.

It was late in the afternoon when she brought me cookies in the barn. I sat down on some hay bales and started munching on my cookies, enjoying the coolness of the shade in the barn.


Then I heard a squeaking sound somewhere in the front of the barn. It sounded like a squeaking door opening and closing, but the door wasn't moving at all. Thinking I just imagined the sound, I finished eating my cookies.

But then it happened again... and again. The sounds were becoming louder and more frequent. All of a sudden, the door opened and slammed shut, and for a few minutes after that there was no sound at all. It seemed that it got very cold in the barn, and scared as I was I could not make myself walk to the door and leave.

Then from the corner of my eye I saw some hay twirl around in the air, even though there definitely was no wind in the barn. I sat still and waited, but all seemed quiet and nothing moved and nothing happened.

I slowly walked toward the door. When I was half way, it felt as if someone was breathing down my neck and I heard a quiet whisper in my ear say, "Get out of my barn."

I ran out the door and into the house where I told my grandma. She went out to check, but heard and saw nothing.

I never went back into the barn again.

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