Posted On: November 22, 2023

When I was about 13 or 14, back in the early 2000s, I was over at a friends house for a sleepover.

Her house was very old, like from the Civil War era, and it was set back on a long gravel lane.

The closest neighbor was probably a half a mile away.

We'd always have a lot of fun playing all around her property during the day time.

But when evening arrived, things would inevitably start to get spooky.

The old stone barn and out-buildings would start to take on a bleak and ominous look.

Likewise, the small grove of ash trees that we would have picnics in would give off a particularly eerie and unsettling vibe.

It was a Friday or Saturday evening in the early fall. School had just come back into session.

I remember talking about boys, etc.

Then the topic of conversation turned to one of the boys in the grade above us who had been killed in a car accident over the summer vacation.

This boy had apparently helped out as a farm-hand at the neighboring farm, and so was familiar with my friend.

My friend always thought he was cute, and was devastated when she heard that he had been killed not far from her home.

His older brother had been turning out of the driveway of the farm after a day of work, and the car was struck by an oncoming SUV.

The older brother was barely hurt at all.

The boy who died absorbed the impact and hit his head in a funny way that killed him at the scene.

Apparently, the older brother was inconsolable.

The neighbors told my friend he was screaming "I killed him! I fucking killed him!" and was wailing and sobbing uncontrolably.

They said he had to be sedated by EMS when they arrived.

Since the accident occurred in the middle of August, just a few weeks before the new academic year started, it was the talk of the school for weeks.

By the time of this story, though, it was later in September or maybe even October, and so people weren't talking about it as much.

I think by this point, the older brother was emotionally stable enough to come back to school.

So that's the back story.

This is when the creepy stuff started to happen.

My friend and I were sitting on her porch swing as the sun was setting.

We have a direct line of view to the grove of trees I mentioned earlier, about a hundred yards away across across the meadow.

Ironically, beyond those trees perhaps another 75 yards was the road near the spot where the boy had been killed.

As I looked out, I had that inexplicable eerie feeling I always got from that particular part of my friend's property.

Suddenly, my friend let out a little gasp and grabbed my arm.

I felt her nails dig into my skin. "Do you see that?!" she asked in an exasperated voice, bordering on panic, as she points frantically to the stand of trees.

I strained my eyes and scanned the area in the dying light.

My friend squeezed my arm harder and just stutters "Oh my God!" over and over again. Just then, I see what she is pointing at.

To this day, I can't understand it.

However, it convinced me not only of the afterlife, but that hell is real.

I felt my face go pale as the blood rushed from my head.

I even started to salivate, kinda of like how you feel just before you know you're going to throw up.

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Posted On: November 22, 2023

When I was about 13 or 14, back in the early 2000s, I was over at a friends house for a sleepover.

Her house was very old, like from the Civil War era, and it was set back on a long gravel lane.

The closest neighbor was probably a half a mile away.

We'd always have a lot of fun playing all around her property during the day time.

But when evening arrived, things would inevitably start to get spooky.

The old stone barn and out-buildings would start to take on a bleak and ominous look.

Likewise, the small grove of ash trees that we would have picnics in would give off a particularly eerie and unsettling vibe.

It was a Friday or Saturday evening in the early fall. School had just come back into session.

I remember talking about boys, etc.

Then the topic of conversation turned to one of the boys in the grade above us who had been killed in a car accident over the summer vacation.

This boy had apparently helped out as a farm-hand at the neighboring farm, and so was familiar with my friend.

My friend always thought he was cute, and was devastated when she heard that he had been killed not far from her home.

His older brother had been turning out of the driveway of the farm after a day of work, and the car was struck by an oncoming SUV.

The older brother was barely hurt at all.

The boy who died absorbed the impact and hit his head in a funny way that killed him at the scene.

Apparently, the older brother was inconsolable.

The neighbors told my friend he was screaming "I killed him! I fucking killed him!" and was wailing and sobbing uncontrolably.

They said he had to be sedated by EMS when they arrived.

Since the accident occurred in the middle of August, just a few weeks before the new academic year started, it was the talk of the school for weeks.

By the time of this story, though, it was later in September or maybe even October, and so people weren't talking about it as much.

I think by this point, the older brother was emotionally stable enough to come back to school.

So that's the back story.

This is when the creepy stuff started to happen.

My friend and I were sitting on her porch swing as the sun was setting.

We have a direct line of view to the grove of trees I mentioned earlier, about a hundred yards away across across the meadow.

Ironically, beyond those trees perhaps another 75 yards was the road near the spot where the boy had been killed.

As I looked out, I had that inexplicable eerie feeling I always got from that particular part of my friend's property.

Suddenly, my friend let out a little gasp and grabbed my arm.

I felt her nails dig into my skin. "Do you see that?!" she asked in an exasperated voice, bordering on panic, as she points frantically to the stand of trees.

I strained my eyes and scanned the area in the dying light.

My friend squeezed my arm harder and just stutters "Oh my God!" over and over again. Just then, I see what she is pointing at.

To this day, I can't understand it.

However, it convinced me not only of the afterlife, but that hell is real.

I felt my face go pale as the blood rushed from my head.

I even started to salivate, kinda of like how you feel just before you know you're going to throw up.

Post from user TitillatingTadpole at at reddit.