SPOOPY STORY TIME: When I was a kid, we lived on a farm in ..
Added 2020-09-03 22:51:00 +0000 UTCSPOOPY STORY TIME: When I was a kid, we lived on a farm in the butt fuck of nowhere. It was 250 acres of rolling hills, livestock, trails, & forest. I was about 6 or 7, & my sister was 10 or 11. Our bedrooms were at opposite ends of the house, & since we had converted our trailer & built an extension, her bedroom was actually the old livingroom. It had a huge window, which was nice during the day & creepy af at night. So one night, in the middle of winter, my sister wakes me up In a panic. She said someone was outside of her bedroom. I went with her back to her room & immediately heard something outside. It sounded EXACTLY like someone was digging. The classic sound of the shovel breaking ground, lifting out of the soil, & throwing the dirt that was collected. We tried shining the flashlight outside, but couldn’t see anything, as there weren’t any street lights or neighbours for miles. It was way away from the City, too, so even though the stars could be bright, it could also be the blackest abyss. She slept in my room that night, but a few times a week, we would hear him outside. We called him “the digging man”. While I haven’t heard him in a year or two, my sister has heard him, but only when she’s been pregnant.
