Usually I don't tell this story to anyone. But what's the point of a story if not to be told? So this all takes place around 2 years or so back. My family had just moved into a large farm house in the middle of nowhere. The house was 3 stories high and had a large basment. In the back of the house were two barns. We lived at the house for a month and every thing seemed pretty normal. That was until one day my little sister was playing in the nursery on the second floor. She always played there.I was sitting downstairs on the first floor [it was around midnight, yeah I'm a bad babysiter, so what] and I heard a loud scream from the nursery .I knew my sister was there so I ran up the spiral stairs [this place just sounds like the haunted type don't it?].When I reached the room my sister was hiding under a sheet in the corner next to the doorway opposite from the window which was open, though always shut. I asked my sister what happened as I closed the window. This is what she said: "I-I o-opened the window because I s-s-saw something scratch-scratching at it", she said this between sobs, "and I thought it was a-a kitty BUT I-IT WASN'T!". She continued sobbing loudly. "What was it?" I asked her. "A MONSTER!!!".

When I told my parents this they didn't belive us and said it was my sisters imagination. They didn't believe us for a long time but until that time things just kept getting worse.Every night at exactly the stroke of midnight we could hear something all around the house scratching, clawing, and growling trying to get in. Our parents were always out or sleeping when this happened so it was just me and my sister scared in the house. It almost seemed like we wanted it to get in sometimes just to see what it would do.

Once all the chickens in one of the barns were found all dead . The door had been broken through, but here is the really weird part, all the noise that I had thought was just the chickens getting all scared for no reason which they had done all the time had all happened at the stroke of midnight.

By this time I now thought it was a wolf doing all this. That was my last salvation, it had to be a wolf, but I was wrong. It turns out all the wolves in the area had turned up dead. Time of deaths - midnight.

Finally, one night my parents were home at midnight. They were hosting a party for all of my dad's co-workers and friends. But for some reason there was no growling or scratching that night as the party went on. My sister was in her favorite blue pajamas walking around looking at all the strangers in her home. My mother saw her and told her to go down to the basement to get another bag of chips for the guests. Though my sister told her she didn't want to she lost the fight and went down into the basement. I would have gone with her but I was stuck having my dad try to introduce me to some of his co-workers. After a while she came back minus the bag of chips. I tore away from my dad and ran over to her. She was covered in scratches that were begining to bleed. "What happened!?" I said shaking her little body. She looked down at her feet then said looking up tears rolling down her cheeks "It got in".

So many bad things happened that night. We moved two days later. I don't know what exactly it was or why it chose us and this house. All I know is it comes on the stroke of midnight.