The Hayloft Gate or The Barn at the Edge of the Veil

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  • What My Friend Saw Still Haunts Me

The Barn That Shouldn’t Be

I was maybe eighteen, maybe a little older. Late one night, my friend and I were walking back from visiting a couple of girls in the countryside. We had no car, just our feet and the fading warmth of the evening. Around midnight, the rain started — soft at first, then relentless.

The girls had darted back inside. We were alone, soaked, and too far from home to make the walk bearable. That’s when we saw it: a barn. Rough, weathered, silent. It looked about 300 feet from the road.

We didn’t think twice. Shelter is shelter. We climbed into the hayloft, laid back in the straw, and tried to let the sound of rain settle us. I did what I often did back then — meditated. Slipped into that quiet space where mind and body start to separate. I’d done it a hundred times. But this time... was different.

I felt like I was sinking — or like something was pulling me. Not sleep. Not peace. Something... other. Then I saw it: a wolf’s head, drifting into my vision. It turned, its features shifting mid-air, stretching into something bat-like — and then passed directly through me.

That’s the last moment I remember with clarity.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, already running. My friend beside me, soaked, terrified. I looked back — the barn was now nearly 100 yards away, somehow farther than before. In the hayloft window stood a shadowed figure. Jackal-headed. Watching. Like Anubis.

I was breathless, panicked, praying the Lord’s Prayer aloud without thinking. Something primal in me said run. So I did.

But here’s where it gets stranger.

My friend saw everything. Not just the figure — me. He said I started mumbling in some strange language. Not gibberish, but something ancient-sounding. Then I began to glow. He swears my body levitated, turned over in midair, and flew. Flew. I grabbed him, and the two of us launched out the window together. That’s when I “came to.”

To this day, I have no memory of that.

We never went back to that barn. But later, I found out locals said it had a reputation. Satanic rituals. Animal sacrifices. A place of power, or poison, depending on who you asked.

The barn is still there. But I swear to this day, it was closer that night than it ever was again. Like it had moved to meet us. Like something inside it had called us in.

I don’t know what happened. Possession? Protection? An initiation into something I didn’t understand?

All I know is: we weren’t alone.

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  1. CelestialLightBearerJune 27, 2025 at 8:20 PM

    This would make a good novel. It also sounds like a bad trip. Are you saying you have the mark of the devil on you? I would have to disagree, especially with age. I see your humanity. I see your light. You are not made of darkness love and light.

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    1. CrackedSapienJune 27, 2025 at 9:31 PM

      No, not anything like a mark or anything; on the contrary, I feel that the positive energy from within me saved us both. I can't explain it, I just know what happened is worth sharing. If you have any experiences to share, please do! This is a judgement free zone.

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