The Boy In The Pole Barn

Our story comes from Tilton, New Hampshire and was sent in by Gregory Morrison. This is a strange tale and I can honestly say that I can relate to it. I had a bout with lucid dreaming a few years ago that left me with some very strange stories. Greg has titled his The Boy In The Pole Barn (edited).

I live in the tiny town of Tilton. This small little New Hampshire getaway is known as “the gateway to the lakes region.” We are pretty backward and rural but change has been coming and the old ways have been replaced.

My wife’s cousin, Adam (rest his soul), and his friends were living in one of the last homes remaining on the main street. They were able to rent it for a time before the house was sold for commercial property. The house was an old colonial with a pole barn attached to the rear. I spent a lot of party time in that barn, let me tell you! It was pretty empty but there were a few remaining items from previous owners. One of these was a wall hung photo of a toddler boy playing with a couple toys. One peculiar afternoon, after arriving to pick up Adam, I waited in the pole barn for him to get ready. There was a punching bag where I could get my blood flowing a bit. Only a few punches landed before I noticed the child’s photo and frame were broken. Intrigued, I walked over to get a closer look. As I picked it up the hair on the back of my neck peaked and my heart rate rose on high alert. In my mind I thought to myself that I was not alone in the pole barn.

Trying to ease myself back into the bag, I couldn’t focus, and I decided to leave. While walking swiftly back towards the main house I felt a poke on the back of my hand. Shocked, I looked and saw blood dripping from it. My head swirled. How did I do that? Did I do that? I looked around and there was nothing that could have poked me, but I felt as if something or someone was laughing at me. I can’t explain it.

In the main house I met Adam and asked what happened to the photo. He explained that he and his friends got “freaked out” by it one night and proceeded to smash it to relieve their anxiety. He added that he hasn’t been able to stay alone in the barn for more than a few minutes ever since. I told him what had happened to me and showed him my hand. There was a short slice on the back of it. It looked like it had been made by a jagged piece of glass. I got bandaged up and we left.

I hated myself for my lack of bravery and for the little boy whose home would soon be torn down. It was less than a week later, in a dream state, I was pulled into what my wife called a wormhole. It was a quick movement through a tunnel. It was windy. It was loud, and I was now staring into that pole barn from above. I didn’t see the boy, but knew he was there. I suppose it was my instincts that kicked in. All I could think to do was to tell the boy that he needed to leave. I was yelling at the top of my lungs trying to out-shout the wind. I even tried to make gestures to warn the child. Then I was pulled out and back home to my bedroom. My wife was holding me trying to wake me up. I know this makes no sense, but strangely I feel like I accomplished my purpose. I don’t know if what happened was real or not, but I like to think that I helped the spirit of that boy move on. – Gregory Morrison

Like I said at the top I know how it feels to have a lucid dream. It is so hard to know if any of it really happened and it feels so real. In one dream that I had I was taken to a cave. I could feel the dark, dank and humidity of it. I walked around looking for the entrance. When I found it, It opened into the ocean, and at the mouth of the cave was a pirate ship. I was excited and so wanted to board it. Unfortunately, like you I whisked away in a whirlwind never to experience what was aboard that ship. Thank you Greg for sharing your story with us.

This Week’s Podcast: On the program this week we have a story titled Of All Possible Worlds. It was written by William Tenn and it is a tale that should remind us to leave time travel alone. Also, I will review a great audio drama called The Safe Man. This might be the best audiobook I have ever reviewed. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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The Cave Of The Winds

We have a story that was sent into the website by DIllion Firestone who lives in downtown Manhattan, New York. I had to ask Dillion how much does it cost to live in Manhattan. He told me that for his studio apartment he pays $3500.00 a month. Wow! Enjoy his story:

Hey Ron, I am a big fan of spelunking. I first became interested in it when I saw the film Journey To The Center Of The Earth. The 1959 film starring James Mason. My dad would take me all over New York to visit some of the best caverns in the state and I still go to this day.

One of my very favorite places to go is The Cave Of The Winds. It is a natural cave behind Bridal Veil Falls at Niagara Falls. The cave is some 130 feet high, 100 feet wide and 30 feet in depth. It was discovered in 1834, and originally dubbed Ae-o-los’s Cave, after the Greek god of winds.

My story is not a long one, but I can’t explain it. Neither can the 10 other people in my tour group. Our tour guide was explaining the ghosts supposedly living in the cave, when a wispy voice came up from out of nowhere. It came from the back of the cave and it clearly said, “ Don’t believe Him!” At first we thought some person was hanging out back there. We all moved to the area and there was no one around. In fact in this cave there really is nowhere to hide. What did we hear? I have no idea. – DIllion Firestone

The fact that all of you heard it gives me some pause to think, how very creepy. Sounds like a great place. I looked at some online photos and you’re right there really is no place to hide! Thank you for sharing your story Dillion.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we are visited by Gregory Peck and the Suspense story titled Hitch Hiker Poker. Also this week I debut the new Audible segment. Less advertising, more reviews. I can’t wait to hear what you think. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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The Haunted BK

Our adventure for this time comes from Misty Lane, yes that is her real name, and she lives in Round Top, Texas. One of my favorite burgers out there is the Whopper from Burger King. That just may need to change. Misty has titled the story Haunted BK.

So, about a year ago I moved in with a friend to get away from some family drama. It took me a week to get a job working as a cashier at a Burger King across town. Round Top is a small farming community and I didn’t have a car, so I took my bike to work. Soon after starting there I got promoted to closing manager. I worked there for about a month and never saw anything weird except I would think I saw something out of the corner of my eye and I always felt uneasy whenever I would lock up.

So one night I’m on the phone with my friend as I’m locking up. We were talking about random stuff, like the newest death battle or the newest episode of soul anime. Anyway, as I’m turning off the lights I turn to head out the door that leads to the main lobby of the building. But, for whatever reason, everynight I forget to put away the wet floor signs by the bathroom doors after I clean them. It was when I noticed that mens bathroom door was slightly open. Now these doors are spring loaded so they should shut themselves.

At this point I’m still on the phone with my friend but I had stopped talking mid sentence once I saw the door. I took a step towards it feeling a little creeped out, but before I could even reach my hand out the door suddenly shut itself. Now this has me thinking that there has to be someone in the bathroom. So I shout out that it’s closing time and they need to come out. Nothing happened. I decided to go in and check. I walk in, and plain as day, is a tall dark blob roughly in the shape of a man. It turns towards me and runs right through me. The chill I felt was nothing like anything I have felt before.

Needless to say I quickly ran out of the building forgetting to set the alarm and while my friend was trying to find out why I went silent. I rode to my parents house and we worked out the troubles we were having. The next day I got into some trouble for not setting the alarm. I told my boss what happened, quit that very moment, and moved back home. – Misty Lane

Well Misty, that is a great story and for the record I might have quit too. Thank you for sharing it. It puts a whole new perspective on Burger King.

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast we have a classic short story from the late 1800’s. This one feels like it could have been written today. A deep sea diver has a run in with a shark that just might save his brother’s life. The story is called A Thing That Glistened and comes from a collection of short stories titled Eleven Possible Cases published in 1891. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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The William Floyd Estate

Our blog story for today is a freaky tale that you might not want to read alone. Many times we get stories that are nice, friendly and fun. This is not one of those. It takes place on a closed estate that has its very own graveyard. Add to that the house and grounds have a history of being haunted by ghosts. Where is this place? It is the William Floyd House in Mastic Beach, New York.

In September of 1862, the Civil War reached the William Floyd Estate. At that time the Old Mastic House was the home of John Gelston Floyd, Sr., and his wife Sarah. Their fourth child, John G. Floyd, Jr., enlisted and joined the Union army at Staten Island along with 27 other Long Island men. John served as a 2nd Lieutenant in the 145th New York Volunteer Regiment, Company G. John was killed in the battle of Gettsburg. The battle took a heavy toll on the 145th and the remaining enlisted men were transferred to the 107th, 123rd and 150th Infantry. The regiment was discontinued. John’s body was returned home at the request of his family. He was buried in the cemetery and is said to walk the grounds looking for his men.

On July 16th, 1867 John’s sister was out riding her horse. She lost control of the animal after being startled by a rabbit. The horse ran headlong into a grove of apple trees. Mary, who was 12 years old, failed to duck and literally lost her head. It is said that both headless rider and horse can be heard and seen to this day in the apple groove.

Charles McGrainy was a convicted killer. He was on his way to prison to be executed for his crimes. He was able to break free and found himself on the grounds of the estate. He thought to “enter” the main house to take the supplies he needed to get away. What he got was a shotgun blast to the face by John Sr. It is said that he walks the main house looking for revenge against John Sr.

There are other stories that I could have related, but I think you get the idea. The William Floyd Estate is one haunted place. Our story comes from Oliver Robertson who resides in Brookhaven, NY. John is a ghost hunter and he sent this in:

William Floyd House in Mastic Beach, New York

Hello Ron. First thank you for sharing my story. I have been a ghost hunter for ten years now and for the most part it has been pretty calm. That is until I met up with the William Floyd Estate. A couple of our members have never come back after this one.

We had gained special permission to roam the grounds at night. They would not let us enter the main house, but had access to the graveyard, stable and corn fields. It was late October that there was a corn maze that had been set up. That was where we decided to begin our investigation. Mostly because it sounded like fun and partly because it ended up at the entrance to the graveyard. Very creepy endpoint, don’t you think?

We had night cameras, audio recorders and a ghost box with us. Four of us took on this challenge while the rest of the group headed to the apple orchard. Rumor had it that there was a headless girl there. The path through the maze required that we go single file. I was in the lead followed by Janice, Anita, and in the rear was big Mike. We were about six minutes in when Big Mike began to squawk, “Something is following us!”

I stopped and sure enough I could hear the corn stalks behind us rustling, “The Wind?”, I asked.

“What wind?” retorted mike.

He was right, there was no breeze at all. I called out thinking one of the group had decided to join us. There was no response. I told Anita to start recording and Big Mike headed back to investigate. We stood silent listening and waiting. We could all hear the racket that Mike was making, but nothing else. It was then that Mike let out a scream. It tore through the night like a banshee.

He came running back. I shined my flashlight at him and he was pale. Also he had a long scratch on his right cheek. “What happened?” , I asked.

‘It tore into me, it was big, had claws, and looked like some kind of impossible humanoid raven!” he was raving., “we gotta get out of here!”

Well not that way. Deep down I wanted to confront whatever it was, but safety made more sense. We continued along the maze right into a dead end. We would have to head back after all. Mike was so shaken that I traded places with him and took the lead heading back. Any thoughts of collecting evidence were long forgotten.

We were almost back to the intersection when another scream rocked the corn field. This time it came from behind us and it was not human. Decision made! We made our way back to the entrance and were huffing and puffing as we broke out. I turned back to look over the maze. A dark figure about six feet tall flew out of the corn field and was heading towards the main house. It was dark but his form seemed to have some kind aura surrounding it. I felt chills go through me.

We got back to where we made base camp. We had set up some cameras around the estate and our tech guy was there monitoring them. He had not caught anything that we had seen, but he too had heard the screams. We waited for the rest of the group to arrive and called it a night. We have no evidence to support our claims other than the scratch on big mike’s face. He and Anita left the group vowing to never go ghost hunting again.

What happened? Heck if I know. There is quite a history to this place, but nothing that even suggests a large humanoid raven that glows. – Oliver Robertson

This Week’s Podcast: On the program this week we have an episode of the OTR series The Inner Sanctum. It stars the great character actor Peter Lorre. A man falls prey to love and has to murder to get it. Also, on the show Ron will review the audiobook Paranormal Pet Sitting – True Stories of the Paranormal by Susan Hill. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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Why Did It Have To Be Snakes?

Our story this week comes from Jeremy Reigns. He lives in Atlanta, GA and has titled this story Why Did It Have To Be Snakes. I have never really had a fear of snakes. As a kid I would go to the tall grass at my local park and try to catch them. However, I live in the Northwest and dangerous snakes really aren’t a thing here.

Here is Jeremy’s story:

Hello Ron, I want to start out by saying that I hate snakes. Georgia is fortunate to have among the highest biodiversity of snakes in the United States with 46 species. Snakes can be found from the mountains of northern Georgia to the barrier islands along the Atlantic coast. The rich diversity of snake species makes Georgia ideal for observing and learning about snakes. I guess I can live with that, but no one ever told me that there were ghost snakes. Yes, you read that right.

My wife and I just moved from Atlanta to Cordell. It is a small town in the southern part of the state. My work took me there to take over a coal mining project that was begging for fresh management. I was excited at the prospect of being out of the big city and moving on to small town life.

Things went well at work. I was received with open arms and after a few short weeks the mine was back on track and we were setting in. My wife and I decided it was high time we explore the countryside and planned a fishing trip to the Flint River area. We made our camp near Angus Gholson Nature Park. We picked an open camp area. No set sites, no other campers around, and all you need a permit for set up and one for a fire pit. It was all rather wonderful. That is until that night.

Most ghost stories start out the same way. We were minding our own business … blah blah blah. This one starts out strange and gets stranger. I was asleep when I felt something in my sleeping bag. I knew that a snake had crawled in. Not knowing what kind I quietly called out to my wife. We were both terrified. I could feel the thing moving around. It was real. My wife got out of her bag and switched on the lantern. She could see the thing moving. We tried not to scream.

As I mentioned, we were alone. She went for her phone but as you might guess there was no cell service. The odd thing is that the snake kept moving around. Normally they crawl in to get warm and then go to sleep. I could feel this thing writhing about and my wife could see it moving as well. Finally we made a plan. She would carefully unzip the bag to get a look at the snake to determine what kind of trouble we were in.

I remember hearing the sound of the bag and still feeling the snake moving around my leg. After about five minutes of careful unzipping she was able to lift the bag up. Slowly she peered in using a small pen light. There was silence. Then she let out a gasp. I felt a surge of fear go through my body. It was bad I thought, real bad.

Then she laughed and said there is nothing in your bag and threw off the cover. Sure enough there was no snake, nothing at all. However we both saw it moving and I felt it. What happened? What was it? Neither of us were ever able to figure it out.

I tried to do some research and I could not find any story like mine. Did we both dream this? That seems rather unlikely. The only ghost I could find in the area involves a headless horse discovered by Dink Melvin. Not a snake, but another animal ghost at least. – Jeremy Reigns

Jeremy, I too did some research and did find a reference to a ghost snake. However, this snake is native to Madagascar and is very much alive. That makes your story very strange and very unique. Thank you for sharing it with us.

This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we have a western with a twist. It comes from The Screen Directors Playhouse and stars the great Bob Hope. An Indian uprising must be stopped and Painless Potter is just the man, or rather dentist to do it. Also, on the show we review the audiobook Strange and Obscure Stories of the Civil War by Tim Rowland. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link