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The following is the true account of my encounter with an unseen force. There have been others. I chose this one because it occurred in the confines of, a strict religious community. Also because the incident occurred during a terrible period in my life. A time when I lost loved ones and everything that was dear to me.

"Realty is not always quantifiable." Our inability to taste, feel, touch or see something is no proof of its non-existence. Since my early childhood, I have always believed in the reality of another realm. A realm between the living and the dead. There has never been any doubt in my mind, that ghosts, spirits, demons and hauntings of various kinds exist.

In 2001 I lost my wife and everything I owned, in a tragic series of events. It was a terrible time for me. I needed to be alone, and decided to move to a beautiful Farming community in Pennsylvania. The area in questions is one of incredible history; being the site of bitter battles, between the European settlers and Lenape Indians, going back to the 1600s. The present community is mostly Amish and Mennonite, of German and Swiss ancestry. The people are really nice and quite friendly. The ladies are wonderful.

I rented a huge four bedroom farmhouse, surrounded by five thousand acres of the most picturesque scenery the eye could behold. My farmhouse was the only one on the road. The house was quite old, but very beautiful.

My living room was real nice. The kitchen was huge. From the kitchen you could walk into the laundry room and then out the back door and be surrounded by nothing but woods. A large old staircase near the front door led to the second floor and the bedrooms. Another door at the top of the stairs led to a large, cryptic attic. It was great. A dirt road was only about fifty feet from my front door. From this road, directly in front of the house was a steep hill, which ended at the top of a small mountain. This mountain was surrounded by dense forest and corn fields.

It was very isolated. The nearest neighbor was over two miles away. There were no street lights. The nearest major road was at least an hour walk.

I felt this would be good for me. I needed the time alone. I wanted to forget the terrible tragedy I had experienced, and to try and rebuild my life. I had no idea of the events that would follow, and how my belief in the supernatural would again be vindicated.

My first week in my new house was normal enough. I enjoyed walks up the mountain, and would sit outside at night,

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