I live out in, as we Americans put it, "In the Boonies." My small town is comprised of about 500 people within the limits but lots more as you cross the district. There's a littlier town about 5 miles to the south and there's a lot of back roads. One day, while driving around these roads, my friends and I came across a house that seemed to be abandoned. We were going to go explore it, but we didn't want the people of the vacated house (actually a trailer) to tell at us. So we decided to wait until nightfall.
When night came around, we parked the car about a half mile away, and walked to it. The windows and doors were boarded shut, and we tried looking through the cracks. A friend of mine removed one of the boards (the wood was pretty rotted) and tried to go in. His trip was cut short when we all heard a noise that sounded like something big being dragged across the floor. Then another noise came, it sounded like furiture being moved. Suddenly, I kid you not, a whispering came to my ears, nothing cohernt, but kind of a psssssssswwwwwwwwssssssswwwwwwwwsssswww sound.
We all booked back to the car, and on the way I was still hearing the noise. As soon as we got back into the car, it all stopped. On the way back I told everyone that I heard the whispering, and it turns out they all had heard it too... Now that was an experience that I never will forget. |
