On the farm I grew up on the family that owned it prior had a child who had died. I don't recall anything happening in connection but it was still kind of eerie.Every story that talks about seeing something while out at the farm gives me chills. I loved growing up how I did, but there's something about being all alone on a farm at night. It's great for a nice peaceful evening, but once something freaks you out, you're in for a long night.
And yeah it's hard telling who's around. We had a dog get stolen once.
And we had geese and one night we got home and the yard was covered in feathers. Likely coons or coyotes but it looked like quite a horrific scene had taken place.