Why I Don’t Work At A Farm Anymore
I was maybe 15 at the time. It was the summer of my sophomore year, and I just got a job at a local farm about fifteen minutes outside of my home town. It was a small farm, it was rested on 400 acres in the country side. I spent the first few weeks with 3 other farm hands doing the usual things, you know like feeding the animals, tending to the cows and horses, and doing manual labor. I honestly never really thought much of the country side or farms in general, the only reason I applied for the job is because it paid $10.00 an hour. Keep in mind I was just a high school student, and I only really cared about getting paid. I had no joy in the awful stench from the animals or cleaning the dung off the stalls. My only focused was on getting paid. The farm was owned by two brothers, they were in their mid 50s it looked like. They were firm but jolly men, about 6ft tall, their names were Adam and Scott Tomphson. Apparently their family owned the farm since the late 1950’s and never had any intention in selling it. I didn’t really care, but that was until they showed me what they called “The three barns”. I was restricted along with the other farm hands from entering any of the barns unless specifically directed by either Adam or Scott. About 5 months into the job I finally asked Adam what was in the barns, without looking up at me he just replied “machinery, as well as some old tools”. I continued to press about the barns and finally he just snapped “Look, it’s dangerous in there, we store all sorts of machines in there and I sure don’t need a damn lawsuit.” He stormed off out of the pen where we were tending to the hogs, leaving me alone too finish the job. I just didn’t understand it. Why was it such a big deal? Normally I wasn’t even interested in this type of stuff, but now… it was a pressing matter to me. On the sixth month of my job, I started to train some new farmhands. There were maybe 3 or 4 of them, all were younger than me. Maybe it was just my stubbornness or my stupid charisma from turning 16 but when they asked about the barns I replied with “Wanna take a look?” It was maybe 8pm but I didn’t care. I just wanted to see what was inside these damn barns. Guiding these young farm hands into the barn, we cut the bolt off of the lock and made our ways inside. It was dark, musty, and overall reeked of a horrible stench that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It didn’t smell like anything else on the farm, no… it smelled more rotten. When we finally found a light, only a small portion of the barn was illuminated. It honestly looked pretty standard, wooden walls with a pile of hay and straw in a corner with extra pieces of fencing leaned against the wall. There was a small set of tools sitting on a table, they looked like they were there for maybe a decade. There were axes, pitchforks, and other tools rested on hooks hanging from the wall on one side but that’s when I saw it… a small standard wooden door at the very back of the barn. I was excited, almost like a child watching a kite finally take off and fly. All of us noticed, that was when one of the farm hands spoke up his name was Randy, he was a small guy maybe roughly 5’2’ he startled us when he exclaimed “Hey, I don’t think we should do this guys… it looks creepy.” I agreed honestly, but that wasn’t enough to stop us. We went over to the door and tried the knob. Locked. I then presumed to start pushing my weight into the door, it wasn’t enough to completely bust it down but it was enough to open it ever so slightly. That’s when I realized it was chained. I was almost dissatisfied, I expected to find something… However that’s when my heart sunk. I looked into the crack in the door and I saw another face looking back at me. The face was enormous, but… it was all wrong. It’s eyes were these gaping holes, it’s mouth was almost this bottomless pit surrounded by stretched contorted skin. It’s body was this hunch shaped, ever so skinny but almost stretched out more than anything ever should be. That’s when I noticed it’s hair, a dirty flock of black hair covering its head in a horrifying manner. The monster noticed me and the light shining in. It slammed its arm against the door and at the crack almost grabbing my shirt. I stumbled back with a heavy thump. That’s when it grabbed one of the trainees by his arm. It tore the kids arm into the crack of the door with a loud tearing noise. The kid wretched in pain as only what I presume the monster was feeding on the kid’s arm. All the sudden that’s when the latch holding the monster from us broke off the door. The 4 of us stepped back as the trainee was now witnessing a stump of what was his arm bleeding down to the veins and bones. The monster was out. It was perhaps 9ft tall. Almost something out of a movie. I screamed as I turned to run towards the door, leaving behind the monster and his victim. The rest of the trainees followed me as we slammed the barn door shut while glimpses of the monster standing over the trainee like a wolf about ready to strike down at its prey. The four of us reaped at the doors and slammed them shut. The horrifying screech of the monster was almost enough to stop us in our tracks but it didn’t. That’s when for a whole minute. It stopped. The screams of the farmhand from inside, the monster’s banging on the door. Everything, just halted. I was confused, all of us were. That was when I looked up to the dark window which overlooked the entrance. The beast was up on the seal looking down at us. It’s ragged grey shirt, and its muscle and bone contorted and twitched as it was preparing to jump. When it finally did, two wings flocked out. They were brown wings with these huge feathers. The monster screeched before storming off into the sky. Soon after, Adam and Scott came running over to us from the farm house roughly half an acre down. Scott was holding a rifle in his hand while Adam had a lantern. They were sharing the same look we all were of horror. Scott ran down to the other side of the barn and that’s when we heard the gunshots. Adam told me to drive the trainees home that night. The next day the police came to my house, and took me and my parents down to the police station and questioned me. Apparently, Scott was found with his stomach clawed out and guts strung across the front of their small farm house. Adam was found legless in between one of the pens and the side of a barn. None of us have spoken about the incident to anyone besides from the police. The young farmhand who was in the barn was found in a bloody heap with his guts strung across the barn. The whole place was shut down. But, every so often… I hear the screeches of the beast from my bedroom window. I never worked at another farm in all my high school days, I didn’t want too.
Submitted May 25, 2019 at 10:28AM by Neon-Yung