Before I was invited to join my friend's ghost hunting group they had told me about a house on Doublechurch road. It got it's name from the fact that there are only two churches along that road. They didn't tell me much, because they wanted to see if I'd experience what they had. However, a week before I went there with them I was having dreams of the house. I had never seen it before. Something would give me a sense of being lured there in my dreams. It bothered me so bad that I spoke to my church minister about it. He told me simply not to go there. I didn't listen. We went to the house which was abandoned. Somebody owned it but never fixed it up. What frightened me was the fact that it was exactly as I had seen it in my dream. Many things happened over the course of several visits. My friends recounted stories of seeing a glowing white panther like creature near the frontporch steps. There was an old windmill there that would actually answer yes or no questions! It would creak once for yes and twice for no. We don't understand how it happened, but there was no wind or outside factors that we could percieve that would cause this. A friend of mine went there one night on halloween with the group. He put his left foot on the porch and suddenly couldn't move. The most horrible thing there is what I percieve to be a demon. I have seen a hulking creature about 6-7' tall hunched over that looked kind of like a gargoyle with horns coming out of its head. I am not the only one to have seen it either. Two of my friends have seen it without any of us ever saying anything about it before. The describiton is always the same too. I've experienced other things there as well. I was there one night with my ghost hunting group when I foolishly tried to challenge whatever it was that was there. Two of my friends had gone inside the house, I stayed outside with 3 of my other friends because I'm a big guy and it was an old house and I figured there may be some real physical dangers inside. So I stayed outside challenging the ghosts. My friends kept yelling at to stop when I heard footsteps on the porch. I turned around and there was nothing on the porch! I felt something go by me and I looked down and I could see footprints being made in the grass beside me as if something was walking past me! Then I heard a noise coming from the barn. My friend came out of the house , and like me he's sensitive to spirits, and he looked around as if trying to sense something. He then looked at the barn and said, "It's in the barn." The rest of my friends looked at me and said, "We know". We then headed down to the barn. As we were walking to the barn we heard what sounded like two horses and a carrage actually go through us on the small road to the barn. There was a lot of activity that night. So we get to the barn and two of my friends go around the other side and go in, because that's where the only door was. My one friend who is sensitive too was one of them. We stood there for a while. I was getting chills and goose bumps. All of a sudden one my friends that was with me got wide eyed and said, "They're messing with stuff they shouldn't be!". When my two friends came out later they were carrying some old books they found inside the barn. I don't what they were, i never looked. While they were in there we also kept hearing a screen door slamming shut. We asked them about it and they said there was no screen door! I've also seen black shapes the size of midgets running around in the yard, I've heard footsteps going up and down the stairs from inside the house. The stories behind all of this is that one night the farmer killed his family in their sleep and hung himself in the basement. There has also been records of satanistic rituals in the basement and whatnot. A lot of people who go there do get a strange urge to go into the cellar/basement. I've experienced that myself, but I've never gone in. One more thing, The house is in the middle of a field and even on a night of a full moon the house is dark and shadowy and you can barely make it out without getting right inside the road to the house.