THE FARM IN KNOX COUNTY, OHIO
By Crystal Vickers
My aunt tells us this story and
swears it to be true.
It was late on a Saturday
night in December. Snow was on the ground and a winter mixture was
falling when my aunt received a call from her sister asking for her
humidifier. My cousin, who was around seven or eight at the time, had
pneumonia and was having a difficult time breathing the dry air from the
wood stove. My aunt said that she would be there as soon as she could
get her coat and boots on.
The drive over took 15 minutes, ten minutes longer than normal due
to the weather. As my aunt drove down the long driveway, she saw my
cousin run across the lane and into the cow pasture. My aunt convinced
herself that she had been seeing things and continued down the drive.
Again, my cousin ran out from the cow pasture and stood in the middle of
the lane, wearing only Scooby Doo pajama pants and a pair of boots.
My aunt stopped her car and had just started to get out when he ran
across the yard into the barn. This time she knew she had seen him and
she was angry that her sister had called her to drive over to the house
in the nasty weather. She knew, though, she couldn't leave him out in
the cold - sick or not.
When she got close to the barn, my cousin ran out of the barn,
stopped and faced her, then ran on to the house. He opened the porch
door and ran on in. My aunt tried to calm herself down before she
entered the house, but couldn't control her anger. As she entered, she
was yelling at her sister for dragging her out in the middle of a winter
storm to bring a humidifier to a sick kid who was out running around the
yard with no shirt on.
Her sister met her at the kitchen door and asked what the devil she
was talking about. My aunt explained what she had seen. She was told
that it was impossible. My cousin was on the couch where he had been all
evening. My aunt, angrily, pushed by her sister to see my cousin lying
on the couch just as she had said.
When my aunt approached him and put her hand upon his head, he was
burning up with fever. She was extremely confused as she knew she had
seen him running in the yard. So, why wasn't he cold?
My aunt pulled back the blanket on his legs and saw the pajama
pants that she had seen him in. When she turned toward the wood stove,
she saw his boots warm and dry.
They were all confused about the events that had happened. When my
aunt went to leave, my uncle offered to walk her back out to the car,
half to calm her and also to show her that there was nothing out there.
But, in the snow, were two sets of prints - my aunt's and a set that
came from an unidentified smaller child. They never did find out who the
child was or why he was there, but my aunt still won't go out there in
the dark, cold or not.