The Rundown Abandoned Farm

I am an Ohio State Police Patrolman and on July 23rd, 2009 was on patrol in Clark County. I was on my way to the Clark County OSP Barracks to deliver paperwork on a case that was continued from Union County.

While en route everything flashed on my unit and my car stalled; but I was able to coast to a farmhouse on this County Rd I was traveling on. I coasted my unit into the driveway and saw an elderly gentleman walking out by the barn. He looked my way but continued into the barn. I tried to get my unit started but it was completely dead.

After trying to reach dispatch on the radio with no luck, I noticed a high power pole transmission line adjacent to the property. I knew my handheld was useless, unless I got far enough away. So I opted to try to use the farmers phone since couldn't get a cell signal either.

I walked out to the barn where the old man had entered and hollered "Hello" as I was opening what appeared to be the door to the Milk Parlor. Looking in, I again hollered "Hello", a little louder than before. Not hearing anything, I turned to walk to the house to see if maybe I missed him. But as I turned around he was standing behind me which, I'll admit, startled me a little. The man had no expression on his face when he asked if I was having car trouble, to which I replied, "yes" and asked to borrow his phone. He pointed towards the house and told me we could walk there, or use the milk parlor if I wasn't going to be long because he was getting ready to milk and asked me if I wanted some water while I waited. I said yes and thanked him. I said the Parlor would suffice.

I followed him into barn and he walked out through the barn while I used his phone. I told dispatch where I was and to dispatch a wrecker and was told they would have a wrecker out in under 60 minutes. As I hung the phone up the farmer was coming out, wiping his hands on a grease rag where he said he was working on the pump motor for the milking machine.

I told him what dispatch had said, to which he said let him help push my car to the road so they will find it. I told him if it wasn't in the way they could grab it there, to which he replied, "Nay, they never look in the driveway so we best push it to the road." He told me I could set my glass on the picnic table; then to get in and steer and he would push. Since it was on a downhill slope he pushed it fairly easily.

Once on the edge of the road I sat with my cruiser until the tow truck shows. The driver gets out of the truck and is looking up at the farm all nervous and says, "We need to hurry and get out of here." I assured him all was ok.

When we arrived at the barracks garage, everyone was standing around outside. Everyone acted concerned about my well being, asked how my adventure went at the farm. I said it went fine. "Well Did you talk to the old farmer?" everyone wanted to know. I said he didn't chat very much and he helped push my unit to the street. Everyone went and looked at the patrol car, now released from the wrecker. I asked, "What's the big deal?" The wrecker driver looked at me and said, "You don't know?" I said no, so he told me that in the early 70's a farmer shot himself in the milk parlor of that old farm and nobody has lived there since mid 80's due to it being haunted. I said, "no way." an officer told me to jump in his patrol car and we'll drive out there.

Long story short, it was a rundown abandoned farm with dust and cobwebs everywhere and not a living soul anywhere. I had him pull into the driveway and there sitting on the table was my glass where he had told me to set it. I walked to the barn and the milkhouse was covered in dust, but oddly enough: the phone had fresh prints like it had been used. I picked the phone off of the cradle and no dialtone whatsoever, which really startled me and I said, "we can go now." But, he being a Paranormal Hunter on the side was full of questions.

When we arrived back at the barracks my car was repaired. It turned out the positive cable came off of the starter. And where the old man pushed my car were greasy hand prints.

I have driven back there and the house is gone. Apparently someone torched it, but to this day it still gives me the heebie jeebies.