I was in High School when this took place. We used to ride around in the bottoms( Low Land or Flat Farming Land ). It was a good place to ride around and drink a couple of beers without worrying about getting caught. There were miles and miles roads that crisscrossed the soybean and cotton fields. Every time we drove in the bottoms, we always seemed to find a road we had never traveled. This story begins on one of these journeys.

It was in the early Fall, when you needed a jacket at night, but not cold enough to keep you inside. One late afternoon myself and a group of friends found ourselves on a road we had never been down. Much to our surprise, we also discovered a house on this road. Understand, this is the middle of nowhere. It was an old sharecroppers house. One side had fell in, but the other still stood. The standing side had an unbroken window with curtains hanging in it. We sat out in the yard listening to the radio and drinking a few beers. The sun was setting and stars were beginning to appear in the sky. Pete suddenly shouted," Someone pulled the curtains open!" All of us turned to stare at the window. There was no breeze blowing. " Pete, maybe you've had one too many." Tom said. When Tom said that I noticed the curtains appeared to move. The one on the left looked like someone was trying to peek out it without being noticed. I told Paul that it looked like he was right.

We decided maybe a homeless person was inside. Being teenagers, we of course began shouting and throwing rocks onto the roof of the house. Every once in awhile the curtains would open a little bit. This time it appeared that someone was peeking out between the curtains. We were all getting excited and a little nervous. Three of us decided to walk to the window and try to see inside. We began walking toward the window. We were no more than three feet from the window when suddenly... The curtains were pulled apart with force! Much to our horror there was no one there. Two of our group had stayed at the car. The three of us literally fell over each other trying to get the hell out of there.

Several weeks later Tom and I went back to the house on a bright sunny day. We found a way into the house. We made our way over fallen lumber into the room with the window and the curtains. There must have been an inch of dust on the floor. Every step we took left a defined footprint. I need to add that the marks we made were the only ones in the room. Needless to say we both came to the conclusion that we had had a brush with the supernatural.

Funny thing is, that particular road with the house was a hard one to find.