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The following have occurred on Blackwillows Farm, a farm that has had seven generations of the same family living on it since 1876.....

1- 'dark wind'

One late summer evening, about 1986, 'Jennie', formerly of Logan and I were talking to each other on the front step of my parents home which is a portion of the farm that has been in my mother's family since 1876. The porch light was on, and we stood opposite each other at a distance of about 4 feet as we conversed. It was late, nearly 10 pm, and 'Jennie' announced that she needed to leave for home soon, as it was a long 40 miles to her parents dairy farm.

Suddenly, we both felt a gust of cold wind rush past into the house through the front door as the overhead light dimmed substantially. There had been no breeze at all and we both looked at each other in amazement.

I asked 'Jennie', 'Did you see that?!?' To which she replied, 'Yes, I did...it was weird!' She left almost immediately.

2- 'the man in the kitchen'

In July of 1997, we were in the process of renovating the small bedroom in our home, which was built in 1926, and owned by family members ever since. The land upon which is sits is part of Blackwillows Farm, which has been owned by my family since 1876.

Our drywaller, was working alone in the small room as the rest of the crew had made a quick trip to the hardware store. It was about 2 pm in the afternoon and I had just come back into he house from locating a tool from my parent's home next door.

He looked up, rather suddenly, and asked me who else was in the house. I told him that he and I were the only ones present as everyone else was out running errands.

He looked startled and announced, "I saw a man standing in the kitchen looking at me.. I was going to say something to him, because I thought it was one of us, but when I glanced back up, he was gone!"

The bedroom door opens into the kitchen which is south of that particular room.

He went on to describe someone who was dark haired, with light colored eyes and about 5'7-10" in height. The individual was also middle-aged and dressed in old fashioned work clothes. None of our crew matched that desciption, but it tallied closely with the description of a deceased relative who died in that house in September of 1944 or 45, of an accidental gunshot injury. At no time had I talked about the 'family' or any of the house's former inhabitants to the drywaller.

It was somewhat interesting that the drywaller quickly finished his work and left. He hasn't been back since.

3- 'voice at the window'

In the fall of 1987, I had just purchased the old house, part of the original farm, and moved in with one of my best friends, 'Angie'. I returned home one night to find 'Angie' and 'Erin' sitting at the small kitchen table. Both of them looked nervous.

I asked what had happened, and 'Angie' said, "Are there any little boys in the neighborhood named 'Stephen'?" I replied that there weren't, and saw both girls look oddly at each other.

'Angie' maintained that she and 'Erin' had been sitting at the table and had heard a mature, female voice calling for 'Stephen'. The voice had been rather faint, but clear and nearly frantic. It had pretty much unnerved both of them before it had stopped.

There had been family member named 'Stephen' living on the farm, however, nearly a century earlier.

4- 'voice from the field'

March of 1977 or '78, on a sunday afternoon, my family was returning from a church meeting and had pulled into the driveway to park the car. They emerged from the vehicle and immediately heard frantic cries of 'JANE!" coming from the vicinity of the ancient cottonwood tree that is down in what we call the 'old pasture'. As this is my sister's name, they were immediately concerned. This came from the western-most section of the old family farm, bordered by the creek and trees.

As I had left for some other obligation, they assumed I had returned before them, and that it was me, and that there was some problem or emergency with one of the registered Guernsey cows we kept on the place. They started off to investigate and realized upon arriving at the tree, that no one was in the immediate vicinity. I arrived home a few minutes later to find them all still wondering what they had actually heard.

5- 'aunt'...'the shadow'

Late one evening, in the summer of '74 or '75., my elderly aunt claimed to have received a visitation from an' black lacy thing'.

She had walked over from her house at the northeastern section of the old farm, to visit my parents home lying a few hundred yards immediately south just down the road, still on a part of the old farm, and had started off for her home at about 10 pm.

She stated that she had barely crossed the bridge over the Creek, when she became conscious of a large shadowy presence to her right. She said it was at least 6 feet tall and floated a few inches off the ground, roughly person shaped, but so dark you couldn't see light through it. It seemed 'lacy' at the edges and kept right at her elbow as she stolidly walked home, where it disappeared at her own gate. She said she felt wary of it, but not terrified; merely startled. she didn't tell anyone about it until after several weeks had passed, which lends strength to the idea that it frightened her far more than she cared to admit.

6- 'aunt'.....'visitation'

My aunt, widowed in May of 1968, told us once that she'd been roused out of a sound sleep by 'people in her room'. she claimed they were flimy and white, hovering a few feet off the ground. She also said that they were nearly transparent; oddly, hoever, she could see nothing of their faces above their mouths. This portion of the two entities was not visible; the image merely terminated at the mouths. They were standing at the foot of her bed and she was pretty well frightened. She also stated that they said nothing to her, but faded after a few seconds.

7- 'aunt'...'the knocker'

In the years after 'the aunt' was widowed, my parents would check in on her frequently. One summer night, my mother had stopped in for a brief visit. It was dark and my father was on his way to pick her up to go home.

Suddenly, there was a terrific pounding at the back door, which opened on the the basement portion of the house. It shook even the windows..Both the aunt and my mother jumped and immediately went up the stairs to the door. All was dark and quiet outside, no headlights, no one visible in the entire back yard. There was no way anyone could have gotten over the fence to pound loudly and escaped without being seen.

A few moments later, my father pulled up and honked; and my mother went out the door with the comment that the knocking had been very odd.

My aunt replied, 'A lot of weird things have happened since the uncle died...' she never elaborated.