One day a real long time ago, my great great uncle and his friend were workin on their barn. My uncles friend had a granddaughter who lived with him. The girl was always curious about what they were doin in the barn. So she asked "grandpa wat do u guyz do in the barn" and he sed "never mind that just make sure u never go inside of it." she didnt listen, so around the late afternoon she goes into the barn. Up ontop of the ceiling are chains with hooks where u hang meet on. When she see's them she wants to get a better look, she then climbs the ladder to the top. All of sudden she hears a noise that makes her jump and she falls into the hooks. Later that night her grandfather finds her hanging on the hooks. My uncle and him had to get her down and bury her. They couldnt take the chains off so they buried her with the chains on. The next night the grandfather went to visit her grave and he saw chain marks in the dirt leading into the house. In the early morning my uncle found the grandfather dead in the living room. TO this day you can see her red eyes glowing down the street from where my great grandma lives. Thats the same road where it happened. There are about ten haunted houses on that one street which are real ones not fake. If u want to check it out u have to go to Quebec, Canada or New York one of those. This story is totally and completely true everytime i go up there i look for her eyes and there they are.