While exploring an abandoned farmhouse in rural California,

two friends came face to face with something dark,

an encounter so chilling that it still haunts them decades later.

My name is Edwin, and here is Dory's true scary story.

I grew up on my grandparents and great-grandparents' property, the Central Valley of California.

In the 1800s, my family settled there.

I'm not sure how they got the land. I think they got it

from the Native American Indian tribe that was in the area. I think it was the Miwaks. My great-grandparents

built a big, huge custom home on the property. Had peach orchards, then walnut orchards, almond

orchards. then walnut orchards, almond orchards.

Then my grandparents built a big ranch house on that property as well.

When I was a teenager, we moved onto the property, onto a separate house next to my grandparents' house.

So we spent a lot of time outside. I had horses and whatnot.

Our property was 40 acres, and we were up on a bluff. The bluff overlooked the top of walnut orchards.

So we would go down, especially in the summertime, we'd either ride the horses or walk,

and we'd take this one road that went straight down of almost a mile and our property ended at the river.

The day where this story comes into play, it's the summer.

My friend and I, we were going to walk down there just killing time.

We usually went to the east.

This time, I said, let's go to the west,

because last week when I was with another friend riding our horses,

I rode past this old house that was sitting back off the river, off the road.

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