Horror Stories - 4 TRUE Disturbing Farm Horror Stories 🌾 | Real Terrifying Tales from the Countryside

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Starting point is 00:01:27 Story 1. This happened a few years ago. Back when I still lived on a farm, my stepmother had always been fascinated by the idea of living self-sufficiently, growing our own food and raising animals. After several failed attempts, we finally found a lovely house on a property that already had an established asparagus crop. Not long after settling in, we brought some animals to the farm, chickens, ducks, and a few rabbits. We let the chickens and ducks roam freely around the property, and for a while everything went smoothly. They seemed to enjoy exploring and we didn't have any problems.

Starting point is 00:02:04 But after raising our latest batch of ducklings, something strange, happened. Two of our four adult ducks vanished without a trace. There were no feathers, no signs of a struggle. They had simply disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Although we lived in the countryside, we could see our neighbors from a distance, and at the back of the property, there was a stream that connected to the state river. For a time, we thought the ducks had simply wandered off too far. However, one afternoon when it started to rain, we ran outside to make sure all the animals were safe in their shelters. As we checked, my stepmother and I heard the sound of a duck coming from the woods. We ran across the property, about a hectare in size, to see if it was one of our

Starting point is 00:02:49 missing ducks. My father and brother followed us with guns to help search the forest. While my stepmother and I inspected the tree line, they went toward the stream and told me to whistle if I found anything. I walked along the side of the property, checking behind the old barn for any clues. Everything was quiet, and the woods felt eerily still as the light began to fade. When I returned to the point where we had split up, my stepmother emerged from the woods looking worried. You should know that the stream at the back of the property split into a small creek that bordered one side of the land, making it easy for animals to escape unnoticed. As we looked toward the creek, we heard several whistles coming from the forest ahead of us.

Starting point is 00:03:30 We thought it was my brother, so we started searching carefully, trying not to scare away any ducks that might be nearby. After about 30 seconds, my father and brother came running out of the woods from the opposite direction, asking why we were whistling. Confused, my stepmother and I said it wasn't us. We had thought the whistles were coming from my brother. Everyone agreed that none of us had made the sounds and each had witnesses to confirm where they had been. The most unsettling part was that the whistles had come from directly in front of us,

Starting point is 00:04:02 but there was no one there. We saw no movement, no further sound, only those strange whistles that repeated several times. A similar event happened about a week later. I wasn't there, but my brother and sister were. It was around eight in the evening, though there was still light since it was summer. A strong storm was approaching,

Starting point is 00:04:24 and they were watching as the sky grew darker and turned gray. They looked toward the back of the property, about 100 meters from the house, and saw a man crouching dress completely in white. My brother, being who he is, fired a shot into the air after shouting several times for the man to leave and then saw him run away. My sister said she had seen the man standing behind a fence post

Starting point is 00:04:47 even before my brother noticed him. She only told him once the man moved and she could clearly see that it was a person. Later, when I talked to her about what had happened, she said that the man had an unusual glow around his body. That was how they noticed him in the dark of the woods. I'm not sure if this story is related to the whistles, but after that, my parents decided we should never go into the forest again. Story two. About five years ago, when I was around 26, I decided to travel the world.

Starting point is 00:05:22 I had just finished college, which left me burdened with debt and struggling to find work. Even for jobs I was overqualified for. I felt depressed and lonely in my small town in Washington. To escape that rut, I decided to travel. A friend from high school suggested woofing, a kind of volunteer program that lets you travel cheaply by working on farms in exchange for food and accommodation. So I decided to give it a try. The system was simple.

Starting point is 00:05:52 You worked about 25 hours a week on a farm, and in return you got meals and a place to stay. The best part was the community of travelers doing the same thing, which made it easy to meet people from all kinds of backgrounds. It was a great way to step outside your comfort zone, explore new places, and reflect on life while living through completely different experiences. Eight months later, I had become something of an expert at shoveling cow manure. I started in Washington, then moved down through Oregon and finally reached California. In California, I managed to save a little extra cash doing odd jobs paid under the table, and with those savings I had to decide where to go next.

Starting point is 00:06:32 The thrill of being able to buy a ticket to almost anywhere in the world was overwhelming. Following the advice of a free-spirited volunteer friend, I decided to leave my next destination to chance. I went to a website that randomly chose countries and hit the button. The result, Georgia. I barely knew where it was or what it was like, but that made it even more exciting and adventurous. The idea of going somewhere completely unknown appealed to me, so I went for it. I bought the ticket and started searching online for a farm in Georgia that would take me as a volunteer. There weren't many options, and most were in remote areas with no internet connection.

Starting point is 00:07:14 Still, I sent messages to all of them, hoping at least one would reply. One farm did. It was located high up in the mountains. The photos showed a traditional Georgian stone house with a large backyard garden, a smiling family with children and grandparents dining outdoors, and animals roaming the yard. It looked cozy and welcoming. The description was written in good English, and the listed tasks seemed reasonable, so I was excited. After flying to Tbilisi, Georgia's capital, I followed the directions they had sent me to reach the farm, but it was anything but easy. Few people in the country spoke English, and the roads were in terrible condition.

Starting point is 00:07:56 Many hadn't been repaired since the fall of the Soviet Union. It took me about 20, hours traveling in old Soviet buses and taxis along winding bumpy roads to finally reach the blue dot marked on my map. The final stretch was a dirt path climbing up a steep hill inside a national park in the north of the country. There was nothing around just trees in total silence. As I ascended, I finally saw the house about half a kilometer away, sitting on an even steeper hill surrounded by forest. From where I stood, it looked abandoned, run down, with a little. with a sad brownish tone. As I crossed the gate, a man, let's call him Gowery, not his real name, came over to greet me.

Starting point is 00:08:40 He was short, stocky, middle-aged, with a big smile in a friendly air. He shook my hand and started showing me around, speaking very limited English. As we walked, I realized there was no one else there. It was just him and me, in the middle of this empty, silent place. I asked about his wife and kids, but he replied, vaguely saying something like, they're not home right now. I began to feel uneasy. The farm was in terrible shape. The apple trees and crops were dying. The small barn's roof had collapsed, and the house was full of garbage and smelled of mold. It was clear Geary was going through hard times,

Starting point is 00:09:20 but I didn't want to turn around and leave in the middle of nowhere, especially after being awake for more than 36 hours. Besides, it was already night. After offering me a decent dinner and trying hard to make conversation in English. He showed me to my room upstairs, and I went to bed. I was so exhausted and stressed that I fell asleep almost instantly. I would have slept for ten hours if a strange noise hadn't woken me in the middle of the night. It sounded like something heavy and metallic being dragged across the wooden floor, a long scraping sound that echoed through the quiet house. Half asleep I listened for several minutes trying to figure out what it was. When it finally stopped, I ignored it and went back to sleep.

Starting point is 00:10:03 The next morning, Geary, now sober but visibly irritable, asked me to fix some windows and doors while he went to a nearby village for supplies. My uneasiness returned. He avoided eye contact and spoke evasively. The lack of signal or internet made me feel even more isolated. When he left, I started exploring the house to get a better sense of it. It was obvious no one really lived there, It looked abandoned. There were broken pieces of furniture, old newspapers, scattered photographs, and a shattered mirror. I pulled out my phone to look again at the farm's online listing.

Starting point is 00:10:41 The photos didn't match the garden or even the walls of the house I was in. Geary wasn't in any of the pictures. It looked like a completely different place. That's when I panicked. I packed my things and got ready to leave when I saw three men walking up the first hill. With no other way out, I slipped behind the house and ran down the slope into the forest. Once I felt safe, I crouched down and listened. I could hear the men inside the house looking for me.

Starting point is 00:11:09 Terrified, I hid behind a thick bush, motionless, trying not to make a sound. I don't know how long I stayed there, but their voices and footsteps grew closer and more insistent. Finally, I heard them leave. I counted to a high number to make sure they were gone, and when silence returned I carefully made my way back to the trail. I ran like never before, even though I was still in the middle of nowhere, with no cars or public transport in sight. After hours of walking, I finally reached a paved road. Soon after a car stopped. If this were a horror movie, it would have been Geary and his friends, but it turned out to be a kind

Starting point is 00:11:48 family who drove me to the nearest town. A few days later, the farm's listing vanished from the website, and I never heard from Geary again. When people hear this story, some laugh and say the men probably just wanted to chat. But I trust my instincts. Something about them wasn't right. Story three. I lived with my uncles and older siblings in a very remote area, far from other houses. Our home was surrounded by an extensive meadow with nothing else around.

Starting point is 00:12:22 On our property, there was an old abandoned cabin that belonged to us, although we never used it. My uncle loved to tell me stories about our land. He would talk about the people who had lived there long before us. But one night he told me another story, one that terrified me. The old cabin in the middle of the meadow once belonged to a farmer and his little daughter. They lived alone and the father worked hard to maintain the farm on his own. The girl was about six years old. She was a charming little thing, with fair skin, dark long hair and a cheerful personality.

Starting point is 00:12:55 One day while the farmer was using his tractor to harvest, a terrible tragedy occurred. His daughter was playing nearby right in the area where he was working. When he saw her, it was already too late. He shouted desperately to warn her of the danger, but she didn't hear him. It was a horrible accident. Being a child myself at the time, I found it hard to believe that something so awful could actually happen. Or maybe I simply didn't want to believe it because the story scared me so much. My brother Robert was the typical young boy, strong, brave and fearless.

Starting point is 00:13:31 I had never seen him cry until that happened. One weekend, Robert decided to invite some friends for a camping night. The plan to stay in the old abandoned cabin on our property. They thought it would be a good time to clean it up and make some use of it. They were excited about the idea and spent quite some time fixing up the place before their trip. My uncle had only told me the story of the farmer and his daughter. Robert and his friends didn't know anything about it. When night fell, they headed to the cabin.

Starting point is 00:14:01 They spent their time doing what boys do when they're together. But what I remember most is what happened next, when they were getting ready to sleep. I will never forget the expression on Robert's face when he came running back to the house with his friends. They were sweating, pale and out of breath. They were all trembling. Robert had decided to go to bed a little later than the others,

Starting point is 00:14:23 and had stayed in one of the old beds in the cabin. In the middle of the night, he woke up to what sounded like someone crying, followed by a faint scream coming from outside. The sound seemed to come from the meadow and it froze his blood. He said he had the feeling that something was trying to enter the cabin, and he couldn't shake the thought that they were being watched. He tried to convince himself that maybe it was just coyotes in the distance and tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't explain the sopping.

Starting point is 00:14:51 Several minutes passed and the crying and screams didn't stop. Frustrated and scared, he sat up in bed, and what he saw would haunt him forever. At the foot of the bed was a little girl. He couldn't see her face well as her body was covered in cuts and wounds. The only thing clear was that she was very small with long dark hair. She was crying uncontrollably, with a heart-wrenching sob that felt like it was tearing the soul apart, as though she was suffering deeply and no one could help her. Robert and his friends ran out of the cabin and reached the main house desperately,

Starting point is 00:15:28 waking everyone up to tell them what had happened. At first it was hard to understand because Robert, for the first time in his life, was crying. My aunt tried to comfort him while his friends stayed silent, visibly scared. The next morning I told Robert the story my uncle had told me about the farmer and his daughter. When he heard it, he was speechless. The old cabin was burned down several years ago, and since then there's been no trace of it. Perhaps now at last the spirit of the farmer's daughter can rest in peace. Story four. I grew up on a farm west of the Mississippi.

Starting point is 00:16:08 My brother, who was three years younger than I am, and I experienced something very strange when we were children. Our farm was enormous, with thousands of acres dedicated mainly to growing corn. When the corn reached its full height, the field seemed endless. On days when we didn't have chores to do, we would explore among the tall rustling plants, although most of the time we stayed close to the house. However, every now and then, we would venture deep into the cornfields to explore. The tall cornstalks made everything feel like a gigantic green jungle, and we always found something interesting.

Starting point is 00:16:46 A secret hiding place, some animal, or simply a new cornstalking. corner of the field. I have so many good memories from those days, but one particular day, we decided to explore again, with a different goal in mind. We wanted to reach a creek that ran along the far edge of the farm. It was a place we almost never visited, since it was so far from the house. We had been there a couple of times before, and the cool water of the creek made the long walk worthwhile, especially during the hot summer days. As we walked and talked and talked without warning we emerged from the thick cornfield and found ourselves in a clearing. That open space was about 12 or 15 meters wide, completely surrounded by tall corn plants.

Starting point is 00:17:31 It was strange because there shouldn't have been any clearings like that in the middle of the field. It made no sense that such a perfectly cleared area existed right in the heart of the cornfield, especially since we had never seen anything like it anywhere on the farm. When we approached the edge of the clearing, we saw about 10 people standing there. They stopped immediately as soon as they saw us. Everything went silent. The men stared at us with wide eyes as if they were both surprised and worried, caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing.

Starting point is 00:18:03 In those few seconds of confusion, I managed to notice some details. All the men were white and seemed to be between 40 and 50 years old. They didn't look like farmers. They looked more like office workers. They were wearing button-up shirts and dress pants, clothes far too neat for being out on a farm. In addition, there were several large pieces of electronic equipment set up on the bare ground. The devices were bulky, the kind that could be folded up and packed into large cases,

Starting point is 00:18:32 like the equipment traveling bands use. The place looked more like an improvised laboratory or a workstation than part of a field. Then one of the men raised his hand and took a step toward us, as if he were about to say something. His expression was a mix of surprise and concern. My brother and I didn't wait to find out what would happen next. We turned around and ran as fast as we could, pushing our way through the corn until we reached the house. We didn't say a single word during the run. We were both too frightened and unsure of what we had just seen.

Starting point is 00:19:05 We had the strong feeling that something wasn't right, and we didn't want to find out what it was. When we got back, we wanted to tell our parents what had happened, but Mom was in town and Dad was helping the neighbor. A couple of hours later, when Dad came home, we waited for him at the end of the driveway and told him everything, talking fast, nervous and almost out of breath. He listened patiently, and although he didn't seem convinced, he agreed to go with us to the place. Since it was already nighttime, he decided we would go the next morning. I think he only did it to calm us down and make us stop insisting. The next day, the three of us went to the spot where my brother and I had seen the clearing. When we arrived, the open space was still there, perfectly clean but completely empty.

Starting point is 00:19:50 Dad admitted it was strange that the corn had been cleared in that area, but he didn't think much of it. He figured there must be a simple, ordinary explanation. My brother and I, on the other hand, never saw it as something normal. Sometimes we still remember that day, and we both agree that it was the strangest and most unsettling thing that has ever happened to us.

Horror Stories - 4 TRUE Disturbing Farm Horror Stories 🌾 | Real Terrifying Tales from the Countryside

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