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Everybody dreams of owning a place in a remote area

where they can get away from it all,

but be careful what you wish for.

Be very careful.

The cabin itself makes you a little bit nervous

to be out there by yourself.

You never know what could be up there.

The fear factor went through the roof.

Somebody was trying to communicate.

Something was trying to communicate.

I really think it had to be...

A ghost.

The red river gorge is located

in the Daniel Boone national forest.

I've been hiking there since I was a 15-year-old child.

In the summertime, it's so green and beautiful,

you don't see the forest for the trees,

but in the winter, when all the leaves are down,

you can see miles.

It's my favorite place on earth.

My wife and I go up there regularly.

After several years of going up there and renting,

we decided to try to find a little cabin on a hill

and find a place to have a vacation home

and kind of future retire...

We want to retire and be off the grid up there.

That's our goal.

As soon as I drove up on this cabin,

I felt a connection to it.

This cabin is very unique.

The cabin sits on an abandoned logging road.

So, for 50 years or plus,

they have not logged on these roads out there.

We got very lucky.

I'll get the bags.

It's small, it's on a secluded area,

and, you know, we just kind of were pinching ourselves when...

When we got it.

- I'll put the coffee on. - Oh, that's great.

For me, it's heaven.

Cheers.

Everything is so easy about living in the city,

but, sometimes, you just want to get away from it all.

And being able to retire someplace quiet

and away from it all is what's perfect.

Ahh.

You get to the cabin, you just feel this relief.

It's like that heavy sigh when the day is over

and that your week could be over.

And then, you look at this little log cabin.

Solitude... I think that's the best answer for it.

It's just... Our escape.

I'll put the bag in the car.

- Drive safe. - I will.

So, I have a full-time job in the city,

and it's only a 2-hour drive.

He ended up spending a lot of time there.

Because I was spending so much time at the cabin alone,

I decided to get a security system.

I was up there about a week.

I'd put up a security camera...

Like, a 4-camera system with infrared.

There is absolutely nothing up there.

There's no cellphone.

There's not even a phone that worked.

There was literally just me and the cabin,

and I could just sit by my chair

and watch my little monitor

and just kind of see what goes by.

It was late one night, about between 2:00 and 3:00 A.M.

The security-camera system gives you warnings

when it picks up anomalies,

and you can record it, look back at it,

and it happened to pick up some strange things.

There was a strange, green mist

that seemed to appear sporadically.

The image is very clear.

I mean, it's a very good image.

It looked like it was morphing in and out.

I mean, I know, when I'm looking at a monitor,

what is supposed to be there, what's not supposed to be there.

I know things that could affect it.

I know that there was nothing going on that night

that would put that image in there.

I mean, it's really hard to decipher.

It's hard to comprehend.

But the thing about the infrared camera systems is that,

at night, for it to pick up an object in motion,

it would have to be generating so much heat

to activate the cameras.

I decided to walk out to see if I could figure out

what it was coming from.

What was making that image on my infrared camera?

I didn't see anything.

What do I think it was?

I wish I knew. I wish I knew what it was.

The way this thing moved...

...I really think it had to be...

...a ghost.

The only thing I had hooked up in the cabin

was a PlayStation and a television,

and both of them came on.

You know, I was like, "Okay, old cabin,

"old electrical system... things happen," right?

About 10 minutes later...

...the exact same thing happened again...

television, PlayStation come popping on.

At that point, I'm extremely concerned and scared.

The fact that you're in a remote area by yourself

in the middle of the night

put me into total shock

and terror mode... panic.

And I felt like I was gonna piss my pants.

I was trying to decide,

was I gonna sleep in the cabin that night or not?

You know, I was even debating whether to drive back home,

'cause I was that scared.

And I said, "No, I'm gonna go in my bed"

and lay down and see if I can get some rest."

So, I lay down in the bed,

and I could see the television through the living room.

I remember actually pulling the covers over my head.

I pull them back down, and as soon as my eyes

made contact on the television,

bam.

And I remember being fearful to look at...

Even in the direction of the television.

So, I pulled the covers over my head.

I'm talking to myself like,

"You're a 50-year-old college graduate,

and what are you doing?" You know, "Man up."

It's really just blowing my mind at this point.

So I immediately decided,

"I've had enough. That's it."

The fear factor went through the roof.

And bam! I get out of bed and run out of the cabin.

I didn't even really have that many clothes on.

It was like, "I'm out of here."

I thought it could be, you know, anything.

I just couldn't explain it.

I spent that night in my car.

And I'd felt safer in the car than I did in the cabin.

I could not go back in the cabin that night.

There was just too much going on.

He started to hear some things, see some things,

and, you know, with my analytic mind,

I'm like, "Oh, it was probably just a noise..."

The house settling, old electricity...

"Whatever the case might be. I'm gonna write everything off."

So, on the CCTV thing, it went off.

I chalked up a lot of the electricity kind of stuff

to being just that... An old house.

But it doesn't make sense, something completely turning on

that was completely turned off.

I have seen the camera footage and the green lights

and things like that.

It doesn't make sense.

I don't know what it was,

but I was scared for him being out there by himself.

You just can't explain some things.

That's all I can say.

Yep.

I know there's some things stuck between this world

and the other world...

Maybe.

About a week later, it was late one night.

I got another warning.

I'm looking at the monitor,

and this ball of white light came from the ground,

slowly moved up the driveway,

did a 180-degree turn back,

went back the other way,

and, like, just surveyed the area,

got to the end of the driveway,

and zipped out of frame...

I mean, in a split second, it went, whishh!

I was seeing it on security cameras,

and I'm looking at it like,

"Well, it's a bug," or, you know...

Kind of looked like a little fairy out there...

Big, bright ball that was kind of floating around,

and you could see the wings.

You know, when you look at it closer,

you're not seeing anything that makes that make sense.

It would have to be generating so much heat

to activate the cameras.

That's when it all went black.

- For real? - Yeah. No, I'm not kidding.

I say something to the locals about... you know, I said...

I showed them the footage of it flying and moving

and rotating back and then zipping out of frame.

You know what that is, don't you?

It's a ghost.

Mm.

Three of the guys were like, "Oh, that's a ghost,"

and they were scared.

My favorite thing to do is to walk out on this hillside.

I love being out in nature,

so I had walked out of my backyard in the cabin.

And then, I just started thinking,

"Well, I'm out here in the middle of nowhere,"

and I quickly kind of got bored.

I'd seen these "Bigfoot shows" and things like that,

and I've heard rumors and, you know, followed it

a little bit... the history with the gorge

is filled with tales from way back when,

and I didn't put any stock into it at all.

And in a mocking way, I picked up a big stick.

And I decided I was gonna hit a tree twice,

'cause I'd seen this guy do it on some show,

and, supposedly, that alerts whatever's out there,

and they get responses.

So I wound up like a baseball bat.

Whack! Whack!

Five seconds later...

Bam! Bam!

Who's there?!

Who's there?!

There is no way it is an echo, because I know echoes,

and I just about lost it.

Who's there?!

I went into total fear and panic, like,

"Is somebody out here with me making a noise like that?"

Billy, is that you?!

Billy?!

Billy! Stop horsing around!

And in my mind, I thought, "Okay, this is not happening."

It's got to be a hoax. It's my friend Billy.

He's behind the tree.

"He's gonna get a big laugh out of this."

I was really hoping Billy would pop out.

Billy, stop horsing around!

Billy didn't come out.

I'm like, "Okay, this has got to be a hoax."

Call him.

Let's call Billy, his phone will ring,

"and he'll pop out from behind the tree."

Billy!

Billy, is that you?

I said, "Okay, Billy, I'm not laughing anymore",

and you can come out. The hoax is over.

"Or I'm gonna start popping a few rounds into this tree."

Get out! Get out!

"You better come out, because I'm scared to death right now.

I'm really, really out of my mind."

He says, "You need to know that I'm not behind the tree",

and if you feel like you need to shoot something,

"feel free to do it."

I mean, I was like, "Run, Bill, run!"

I have a good friend that likes to come up and visit.

And this one particular day, Woody and I went out for a hike.

So, tell me about this ghost you got, then, Bill.

Come on.

This whole place is haunted... Strange lights, strange noises.

You have no idea.

After we had hiked for about five minutes

and made our way down to the waterfall...

We discovered one of the strangest footprints

I've ever seen in my life.

Look at this. What do you think that is?

What is that?

Looks like a footprint.

Yeah. Bear?

Some kind of cat?

I don't know. It's... it's awfully big.

Yeah.

It is a size 12 to 13 imprint

with four digits that have hooked claws

on the two in the front and on the sides.

It's huge. It's big.

Oh, look. There's another one.

- It's the same kind. - That's scary.

What was so strange about this print

was that it didn't drag its feet.

It walked like I would assume an ostrich

or a bird of some sort would,

where it took a 3- or 4-foot stride

and put its foot straight down,

and then 3- or 4-foot stride and put its foot straight down.

I want to take a picture.

That's big.

That's much bigger than your foot.

The closest thing that looks like this print

is a bigfoot.

Strangest thing I've ever seen in my life.

Hey. Look at this.

Looks like a footprint.

Yeah.

Oh, look... right there.

Come on. Scratch marks.

Look at that.

I think it goes up over the hill.

- Come on. Let's go. - Are you sure?

We continued to track that trail

for about a half a mile down that valley,

across a creek bed...

...through some really heavy brush...

Up the other side, into an overhang cave area,

where they disappear.

We do know where that cave area is.

We've heard some other things at night coming from that area.

So, they may be connected.

It's been an eye-opening experience.

It's hard to get your mind

wrapped around things you can't explain.

I really think it's a significant find...

That there could be something that we can't explain

roaming those woods.

I'm a pretty level-headed guy. I mean, a college-educated guy.

I thought I had a pretty good sense of what the world offers,

and I cannot explain any of this.

Are you okay?

Do you want to talk about it?

I told her what was going on,

and she was extremely skeptical and concerned, too,

because she could tell that it was really bothering me.

I mean, it was a traumatic experience.

There... there are these sounds,

strange lights.

I believe he believed what was happening,

because I support that,

but doesn't mean I was buying into it at that point.

Some evening, huh?

Hm. Sure is.

We're sitting on the porch, doing what we do...

Enjoying nature's sound.

You know, the crickets are doing their thing, and it's...

It's about as beautiful a place as you can imagine.

Listening to the sounds

is actually one of the things I like to do.

I love to sit out there on that wrap deck.

You start to feel that tranquility, that peace of mind.

All of a sudden, we started hearing what sounded like

howling and... and barking and, you know,

growls and things like that.

What is that?

Oh, some kind of animal.

I'm a city guy. I'm trying to play it down for my wife,

who's hearing really nasty sounds.

What is that?!

I don't know. I don't know what it is!

We hear a totally different sound, which was a bass-y,

baritone, guttural hellhound-type sound.

It was resonating. I mean, we couldn't have had an amp set up

and just blasting this better than that.

It sounded like a coyote pack,

but the noises that were being made were insane.

I was flabbergasted.

And I'm trying to be cool,

but it kept getting louder and louder and louder.

And it was directly across from our porch.

No!

Come on!

Come in now! Please!

I looked at my wife. I said, "Look. You stay here.

I'm gonna go get my cellphone, and we're gonna record this."

And as soon as I grab my phone, walk out the door, it stopped.

Not one single sound.

We have heard plenty of other animals out there,

but nothing to that degree.

I could not describe the sounds we were hearing that night.

Something was being murdered is what it sounded like.

I mean, that's the only way you could describe it.

For us to sleep in separate bedrooms

because I snore and kick and put her in a bedroom

in the back of the cabin with a .38

was the last thought I had on my mind

when I bought this cabin.

And it's still a... for me, it's a huge stressor.

Um... Did you see that? Did anyone?

- What's that? - Come down. Come down.

- It wasn't just me, right? - No.

If you're here, just leave us...

This one particular night, we were watching a ghost show.

- Seeing other things. - Oh, it's dripping.

Suddenly, it got really bright near here.

It's like slime. That wasn't here when we walked in.

There are a lot of shows that are searching out

the psychic answers or the ghost stories, things like that.

Oh, my god. Is anyone there?

Give us a signal.

And we were watching a ghost show,

and I enjoy mocking the show.

Give us a signal!

What was that?

I love these shows.

So, Bill decided that he'd kind of do what the host was doing

and kind of called out a spirit to say,

"Hey, let us know you're here."

Give us a signal.

If there's anyone in this house, send us a signal.

Bill, what is that?

What just knocked on our front door on cue

so hard that it would vibrate the floor?

No.

He went to check out to see what was on the deck.

There's nobody out here.

That was definitely...

The thing that shook me, I mean,

'cause it was right there, it happened right then.

Bill and I were right there.

And my mind is trying to tell me, "It's nothing,"

but then, your heart and your...

Your emotional side say differently.

So, yeah, right now, it's a little scary out there...

Definitely a little scary out there.

There's nothing out there.

We're looking at each other like, "What was that?"

What was that?

I-I don't know.

It was... it was dark, but there was nothing out there.

There was nothing there, but at that point, my reaction's still,

"Well, maybe it was a tree limb."

He's like, "Charisse, there's nothing out there."

I tried to, you know, calm my wife down.

There's nothing there.

Okay.

My mind doesn't want to really go that there's some entity...

Ghost, spirit, whatever... out there playing around with us.

I don't really want to go there, but...

I mean, it's kind of like

I'm not sure what other explanation there is.

I'm like, "Look, darling, we need to really kind of"

get our heads wrapped around what's going on up here,

because there's a very distinct possibility

"that this place is haunted."

Bill!

Bill: I had never feared the red river gorge.

I used to go out there, like, with a sleeping bag

and a guitar when I was 18 years old

and wake up and see where I was

and it was this beautiful view in the morning.

And I never had a gun.

I never had to worry about arming myself.

I was never really fearful of the place,

and now we're aware that there could be something

that we can't explain roaming those woods.

The cabin itself and where it's located

makes you a little bit nervous to be out there by yourself.

There are just things we can't explain and we can't understand.

And you have to go, "Yeah, that's something...

I can't explain it, and let's try not to be afraid of it."

We're not crazy. We're not paranoid.

We're just good people that have a good heart

that came up to this cabin with some goodwill.

We don't have answers, and we want answers.

That's the only reason that I'm sharing this story with you

is that I want answers.

- Hey. How are you? - Hi.

Got a minute?

I have showed it to at least 150 people.

I'm, like, taking my iPhone in there and saying,

"Man, have you ever seen anything like this

in your life?"

"No. No, no, no, no."

- No? - No.

This is the footprint that nobody can identify.

This is my footprint here, which is about a size 12,

and it's right directly next to the print that we found.

When we initially first saw the footprints,

what struck me was the claws that come off the side,

the weird anomalies in the front,

and the huge claw in the front.

Look. Look. There's another one.

Look at that. Huh.

Notice it's not leaving too much back here,

which indicates a downward imprint.

Of course, bigfoot, you know, would be more of a bipedal,

human-looking print.

Some people have emus, but it's the wrong...

It's the wrong digits, bro. It's not the same.

I mean, it didn't look like cat paws or bear paws... anything.

We spent six hours together researching on the Internet.

I got right into it with him, and we started

looking for what it could be,

and I don't see what it could be.

It is something totally different.

It's somewhere between a bird and a dinosaur and a big animal.

I believe there are creatures out there we haven't seen yet.

I think there's a lot of stuff out there that we don't know.

And I just know that there's so much more way deep

that there could be all kinds of things on this earth itself

that we can't find or see or even understand.

Even the woodsmen that I've shown could not explain this.

The locals have never seen anything like this.

And it continues to be a mystery that we can't explain.

The history of this cabin is important.

I spent hours researching what it could be.

This cabin was built by a gentleman up there

that built it for his ailing daughter.

Her name was Regina Willis.

And I'm like, "That's funny. My name is Willis."

She stayed in this cabin in the same location where we were,

and she passed away in the cabin.

And, of course, I didn't know any of this when I bought it.

You don't feel safe getting off your front porch

at night without having some sort of weapon on you,

and that's not only just because of the natural dangers

of being in the forest.

You never know what could be out there.

You know, now that I have experienced what I consider

to be serious paranormal activity...

I mean, I've looked at all the evidence online.

I've looked at all the shows.

I've debunked everything that I can.

I've gone from a skeptic to trying to justify

all these events.

Oh, I probably wouldn't stay there by myself.

And I do wonder sometimes if... if, you know...

If Bill were to go before I do,

how late I would live my retirement years

out there by myself. Yeah.

Everybody dreams of owning a place in a remote area

where they can go away and get away from it all,

but be careful what you wish for.

Be very careful.

There's something out there...

I'm telling you... I know there is.

The graveyard was directly behind my house.

It was as if someone was standing there.

Someone stopped us.

Aah!

I felt something touch my arm.

The picture took my breath away.

I swear. I will place my hand on a Bible.

I saw a full apparition of a revolutionary war soldier.

Berlin Heights is about 4 miles from lake Erie.

It's a very small town.

It has one white church, one stop light,

and one street down through the middle called main street.

It's got a population of around 700 people.

Berlin Heights actually has a huge history.

Hudson Tuttle was born there.

Hudson Tuttle is the father of the talking board,

which is a precursor of a Ouija board.

Berlin Heights was known back in the day

for this spiritualist movement.

The little house I moved in,

I used to call it the little Hobbit house.

The graveyard was behind my house...

Directly behind my house.

The cemetery had graves in it from early 1700s

till about the early 1900s, an old family plot.

The graveyard was located in a different area,

and at some point,

the people that were interred there were moved to the place

that is behind where I lived.

Many of those people that are buried there

were born in the late 1600s,

and there was a gentleman that actually is buried there

that founded Berlin Heights.

I looked at his history, and he has a very special history.

He was a revolutionary war soldier.

Aah!

Mary B., you scared the life out of me!

My name is Mary-Beth Mada,

but a lot of people call me Mary B., especially Annie.

Annie, Amy, and I, my sisters, all like to get together

and spend the weekend together, or...

Mary B., you nasty girl.

Look what you had me do. Look.

I thought her house being in front of a cemetery

was pretty cool because we all loved cemeteries,

and here she's finally living near one.

- Hi, Annie. - Amy.

- So good to see you. - How is my kid sister?

My name is Amy McVay.

My sisters and I, we're very close, very close.

Annie is...

Um, she's the eccentric one.

Have this mess to clean up now.

Mary-Beth is the planner,

and me, I just go along with the crowd.

I am now the oldest of the three sisters.

I did have an older sister.

She passed away,

but Mary-Beth is 8 years younger than I am,

and my sister Amy is 15 years younger than I am,

so she was the baby of the family.

We are best friends, all of us.

- Close the door behind you. - Yeah.

We went down to the corner, and we had a bite to eat.

We had dinner and a couple beers

and went back to her little house.

Hey, you guys, I have a great idea!

Let's go for an after-dinner walk in the cemetery!

This time of night? You all are crazy.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun!

We thought it would be fun

to walk through the cemetery at the night

just to get a little scare, you know, and be silly.

This is going to be so much fun, you guys.

You have the craziest ideas, Amy.

I'm sure Annie was very excited

to go to the cemetery because she would want to tell us

all the history of each of the people

there that she knew about.

Ready?

I was kind of apprehensive.

I really didn't want to go to the cemetery at night.

It kind of freaked me out actually.

- All right. Let's go. - Let's go, girls.

This is going to be so much fun.

I think Mary-Beth was pretty on board

with going in to the cemetery.

I don't think she was as scared as Annie was.

It was dark.

There are no street lights, so it was very dark that night.

I don't even think I had my phone with me,

but Mary-Beth and Amy both took their cameras.

- Oh, let's take a picture. - Okay.

We were laughing, I suppose, and...

- Cheese! - Cheese!

...giggling a little bit that we were going to the cemetery.

- Come on, you guys. - Okay.

- Aw. - Sounds good.

But when we entered the cemetery,

a dark night seemed to get even darker,

and I mean that in the literal sense of the word.

Didn't feel very odd at first. You know, we were excited.

"Oh, look at this one. Oh, look at that one."

This one is really old, like revolutionary old.

- Oh, wow. - Captain Edmund Galesworthy,

died on the battlefield January 11th, 1777.

He was a soldier.

Uh-huh.

He marched.

We never took pictures in the cemetery before.

Girls, that's enough.

Don't you want one?

No.

We're going.

Aah!

I think it was just an owl or something.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Let's go look at some more. Come on.

So I was walking ahead of them,

and I was snapping the pictures,

and I heard Annie and Mary-Beth behind me

making noises like they were afraid,

and I just kept saying, "Come on. Come on, let's go,"

and then, all of a sudden,

I just stopped, and...

I just got a really strange feeling.

What is it, Amy?

I feel like there's something watching us.

Then after that, things seemed to get a little more serious.

We all kind of came together at that point.

Aah! Oh!

No.

I didn't feel like we were the only ones there.

I felt there was something else there

that wasn't appreciating us

being disrespectful maybe,

being silly like we were.

- Let's get out of here. - Okay.

- Let's go. - Go. Go. Go!

I wanted to get out of that cemetery,

so when I looked at their faces,

I knew that they were feeling the same thing

I was feeling, which was just fear.

It was as if someone was standing there.

Come on.

Someone stopped us.

It was as if someone was standing there.

Someone stopped us.

It was really fast.

We left fast, and as soon as we left the cemetery,

we hightailed it back to my house.

Stupid flashlight.

I need a stiff drink.

Me, too.

I think when we went back into the house,

we all just started blurting out our feelings,

and at that point, we're safe

and probably got a little silly again.

- That was a bad idea. - That was so scary.

We just kind of shrugged it off

as being three sisters on an adventure

in a cemetery late at night,

and there was nothing to it.

Look. You know what, you guys?

I left something in the car.

I'm just going to get it. I'll be right back.

Shortly after we got in,

I had something in my car that I wanted to get out.

Amy went out to the car,

which I wouldn't have done by myself,

but she did.

As I was coming back in the house,

I felt something touch my arm.

I looked around, and there was nothing.

There was no cobwebs. There was no bugs.

There was nothing that would have touched my arm like that.

That freaked me out probably more than anything.

After Amy got back in from going out to her car,

she was a little quiet at that point

and didn't really say much.

Amy, what is it?

What's happened?

Nothing. I got to go to bed.

I didn't tell them

because I didn't want to scare them

any more than they already were scared.

Did you sleep well?

No, I didn't sleep very well.

How come?

The next morning, as we're drinking our coffee,

Amy tells us she had something to tell us.

I felt something grab my arm, and I looked.

I looked everywhere. I looked behind me,

and there was nobody anywhere.

And we both looked at her and said, "What?"

You sure it wasn't a tree branch or a bush?

I looked up and down the street.

There was nobody anywhere.

She was adamant there was something that

touched her arm.

She wasn't joking.

I could tell she was not joking about that touch.

What a strange night we had.

We had the wind and that feeling we all got at one point.

You know what? I think we should go back.

I think we have to go find out what's going on.

It opened up a discussion of what happened the night before,

and we decided that maybe we should revisit the cemetery

during the day, retrace our steps as best we could.

We decided we wanted to go back in the light

and see what had made us stop at that certain point,

and I wanted to take some pictures in the light

at that exact spot.

We all became very brave during the daylight.

It feels completely different in here today.

It's still kind of creepy though.

Going back the next day was much more respectful.

It was not fun and games anymore.

It's a small cemetery, so we could pretty much retrace

where we had the bad feeling the night before.

We were looking at this group of headstones

that was all in a row.

And Mary-Beth says, "Wait, look. I think I know why we stopped."

I saw a headstone with my name on it, Mary B.

"Mary."

I've never heard anybody be called Mary B. except for me.

Completely shocked me to see a headstone

with my name on it.

You guys, it's my name.

It was Amy. The name was Amy.

- There's Amy. - I looked and Amy's name

was on the headstone next to mine, and I thought,

"You've got to be kidding."

Oh, my god.

How?

How is this even possible?

And that tombstone says "Ann."

And both Amy and I looked,

and there was Ann's name on a headstone.

This was more than just a coincidence.

I have to video this.

It was a very weird feeling

to see all of us sisters on those headstones,

especially after we had

the strange feeling the night before.

Here it is, the gravestones of Mary B.,

and I'll move over this way.

This is Amy.

And then we have a Susan, and right next to it is Anna.

I can only believe that they were related,

and perhaps they were sisters.

So we kept walking,

and then we see the headstone that says Louisa.

Which was my oldest, deceased sister's middle name.

She was diagnosed with M.S. when she was 40.

I felt overwhelmed.

We just looked at them.

All of our names are on all of these tombstones,

and that is why I think we stopped that night.

What is it, Amy?

I feel like there is something watching us.

I was downloading the pictures we had taken the night before,

and I was shocked at what I saw.

- Annie! - What?

Annie, you've got to see this.

What is it?

So I zoomed in on it.

Oh, my.

And it was definitely a figure of a man.

It is a clear apparition

of a man peeking from behind a tree.

You can actually see his hat,

and he looks like a revolutionary war soldier.

After that, I always kept my blinds pulled

because the back end of my house

looked right towards the cemetery.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

I will place my hand a Bible.

I looked out,

and I saw... I swear I saw a full apparition

of a revolutionary war soldier just for a split second.

I was a skeptic before.

It really opened my eyes to things that are out there.

I think the ghosts probably wanted us out of there.

I don't stay in old cabins anymore.

I think it was grandma

trying to get us out of her house.

All the noises were angry, angry noises intended to scare us.

She lived there her whole life.

She had died in that house

and that she didn't want strangers staying there.

My friend weste and I were with our friend Rob.

Our friend Rob was going to be shipping out to Afghanistan.

He was getting married before he was leaving.

He was marrying a girl from forks, Washington,

and they were going to have the wedding in forks.

So we met in port Angeles, which is where we grew up,

and we all piled into my car on the morning of the wedding

to drive out to forks.

Did you see the cowboy hats that she's making us wear?

Yeah, I kind of like them.

Oh, my god. You're a sadist.

Yeah, I'd wear those cowboy hats all the time.

It's about a 50-mile drive along kind of a long,

winding, you know,

highway 101, two-lane highway.

As we were driving out there, my left tire blew,

which meant that we had to change the tire on the road,

so I had a spare on,

so we could only drive about 20 miles an hour.

And we figured it was too dangerous to drive back,

so I was going to have to wait until the morning,

so I could get a replacement tire for the car.

It was cold. We weren't ready for that at all.

We thought we were going to drive out,

go to the wedding, go home.

We didn't have sleeping bags, no change of clothes,

really didn't think things through at all.

We weren't going to be able to sleep in the car.

We made it on time, and they had a nice little ceremony,

and then they had the reception.

We'd asked if we could stay the night

at the bride's family's house,

and they had said that we couldn't.

And we didn't have enough money to rent a hotel room

for the night,

so we didn't have anywhere to stay.

There ain't no spare beds anywhere.

Not even a couch?

No.

The bride offered to take us to her grandma's cabin,

which was out towards la push,

and that grandma had died about 6 months beforehand,

so it was sitting there empty with nobody there.

Rob's wife said her uncle had been using that house

as a hunting lodge.

And she warns us that the uncle

doesn't know the wedding is happening,

doesn't know we were staying there,

and he didn't take his mom's death very well.

If he shows up, he might be really mad that we're there.

My friend weste and I got in a car with Rob and his wife,

and they drove us out to the house in la push.

So we're out there with no vehicle.

We don't think anything of that,

and it's several miles from town.

It was already dark by the time that we had arrived.

The house was in the middle of nowhere.

The place was completely surrounded by forest,

and the forest was pitch-black.

I was relieved that we had a place to stay that night,

but being out in the middle of the woods in a cabin

that somebody had died in just a few months

before was a little weird.

Aaah!

Things don't feel right.

There's something wrong.

Rob's wife opened the porch door,

and we walked into the kitchen.

And there was a card table, and there were some metal chairs.

There was a refrigerator.

There was an old phone on the counter.

She showed us the fridge and told us

that we could help ourselves.

And then, we went and explored the rest of the house.

She took us into the bedroom.

What?

There was a nest made out of old women's clothing

in the middle of the floor,

and there's a man-sized hole in the nest.

So she notices that we're looking at the nest of clothes,

and she explains,

"Well, my uncle hasn't really gotten over his mother's death."

He had been sleeping in a pile of his dead mother's clothes.

Which isn't normal, people don't normally do that.

I look at the nest, and even though I feel sympathy

for someone who's disturbed, he's really disturbed,

it just fills me with dread,

and even though I joke with James about, "ree, ree,"

Norman bates, you know, it doesn't go away.

There's just this nagging dread in the back of my head.

All right. Well, good night.

Good night.

I didn't have anywhere to go.

We were in the middle of the woods.

It was the middle of the night,

and it was below freezing outside.

We didn't have any choice but to stay.

When they left, we felt pretty nervous.

We had just found out about her uncle.

We didn't know that this was going to be a problem

when we went out to the cabin that night.

I think her uncle is out of her mind and that we're in trouble

if he shows up that night.

We decide to keep all the lights in the house off.

Just in case the uncle were to show up,

we don't want him to suspect

that there's anybody in the house.

Weste and I started talking about trying to find

a place to sleep

but also some place to hide in case the uncle showed up

and some place that we could defend if we had to.

And that's when we found that there was a retractable stairway

in the ceiling of the living room.

I'll be right back.

Wait.

Where...

Rob's wife did say that he doesn't know we're out there,

and he would probably be upset if he came to the cabin

and saw us there.

She said that it was a hunting lodge,

and so we thought her uncle might be armed with a gun.

We decided that we needed to have a weapon

to defend ourselves with,

and I had seen an axe when we walked in.

James!

Come on, man! What are you doing?

I grabbed the axe, and I brought it up the stairs.

Now, when we got to the top of the stairs,

we found an old, dusty attic.

The attic was an unfinished attic.

There was exposed wood everywhere.

We could see the rafters.

And then, we retracted the stairway,

so maybe, the uncle wouldn't know that we were there.

On one side of the attic, there were a couple of dirty

mattresses lying on the floor with some dusty quilts nearby.

There was a window right there, facing out over the driveway.

We can watch the driveway to see if her uncle is coming.

We went, and we sat on the mattresses

and opened up a bottle of booze

that we brought with us and starting drinking

and talking about old times.

We're drinking and joking.

He was at college.

I was out of state, so we're catching up

and joking at Rob's expense about just getting married.

Even as we're talking to each other,

we never forgot that the uncle might be showing up at any time.

Trying to focus on something other than,

"We're stuck out in this cabin."

There's a nest where a man has been sleeping

"in his mother's clothes."

We had been talking to each other for quite some time,

and all of the sudden, we heard something.

Dude, did you hear that?

We heard the doorknob on the door being shaken violently,

like somebody was trying to get in.

I just sit really still, and, you know,

James and I look at each other, and we're like,

"Oh, crap. Somebody is here."

We were terrified.

I, like, tense up, and it's like my heart is in my stomach.

It sounded like whoever was trying to get in was upset.

They were angry.

And the door opens.

And when I looked at weste, I saw that he was

as scared as I was.

We were sitting there in the dark,

staring right at each other, holding our breath.

We thought it was the uncle coming in,

and so we were terrified.

So we're sitting quietly for a few more minutes,

and then we hear something else.

We hear the sound of the card table and metal folding chairs

downstairs being dragged across the floor.

We were just full-on freaked out.

It was just terrifying.

I'm pretty scared.

My heart is pounding.

We just sit there quietly, listening and hoping

that he doesn't find out that we're upstairs.

We're hoping that whatever it is down there goes away.

Well, what now?

I'm just trying to calm down.

I'm making a decision as to whether I can really

stay the night in that cabin or if I have any other options.

We didn't have cell-phone reception.

We didn't have any choice but to stay.

So weste and I hadn't heard anything downstairs

for about a half an hour,

and so we started talking to each other again,

whispering.

We heard the phone in the kitchen

downstairs begin to ring.

And we waited for a while to see

if anybody was going to answer it.

It probably rang about 30 times before we decided

that if the uncle was downstairs,

he would have picked it up already.

People don't let the phone ring that long

unless it's really important.

I decided to go downstairs and answer the phone.

I picked up the axe, and I climbed down the stairs.

I can't see anything at the bottom of the stairs.

I'm afraid that the uncle is still there,

and he's awake and that he might attack me.

The living room is completely dark,

but I can see inside the kitchen.

I started feeling like there was somebody

watching me from the dark,

and all of the hair on my body stood on end.

The phone was sitting on the counter and ringing.

hello?

The phone is dead.

There's nothing. There's no dial tone.

There's nobody on the other line.

There's no sound at all.

I check the plug-in for the phone to the wall,

and I see that the phone isn't plugged into the wall.

It had been ringing by itself.

Instantly, this feeling of dread washed over me.

And then, the phone began to ring again.

I had to get out of the kitchen as fast as I could.

James, you there?

aah!

I climbed back up into the attic.

I feel like there's something in the dark

watching me the whole time.

The stairs up as fast as he can.

He's weirded out, and I'm like, "Well, who was it?"

He goes, "Dude, there was nobody on the line."

There's no dial tone, nothing."

I told weste he could go down and look at it himself,

but he decided he didn't want to go downstairs.

Oh, I'm still freaked out.

I'm not going to volunteer to go down there at all.

I think he could see that I was really scared.

Dude, there's no one there.

I mean...

Well, at that point, things are lining up,

and it's kind of like, "Okay. This place is fricking haunted."

I didn't really feel like talking after that.

And then, the phone began to ring again.

It just didn't stop.

So I just started to count.

"One, two, three, four."

"97, 98, 99, 100."

Ninety-nine.

I count to well over 100 rings

before I decide there's no point in counting anymore.

The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was just thinking,

"What am I doing here?"

When I woke up, I still had that same feeling of dread

that I had when I was downstairs and answered the phone.

The type of person that I am,

I wanted to find a rational explanation

to help me deal with my fear,

and so I decided I wanted to go downstairs and investigate.

I had hoped to find evidence that the uncle had been there

and that he had left and that it had all been a dream,

that the phone was plugged in, and I had imagined it all.

So weste and I dropped the stairs,

and we climbed down into the living room.

We found it exactly the way that we had left it the night before.

I let weste examine the phone.

I didn't want to go near it again.

Weste went and picked up the phone.

I go down and check on the phone,

and I find out that it wasn't plugged in.

Part of me felt vindicated that I hadn't made it up,

that what I had experienced was real.

The other part of me was pretty creeped out.

We looked all over for another phone.

That was the only phone in the house.

Come on, now. Let's get out of here.

- Aaah! - Hey. What's going on?

- Did you try to call us? - No, we didn't call.

Because...

We chewed them out for leaving us there overnight

and told them what had happened.

I'm telling you, that house is haunted.

Oh, come on.

We asked them if they had tried to call us

in the middle of the night, and Lacy said that they hadn't.

I think the ghost probably wanted us out of there.

I think that all the noises were angry, angry noises

intended to scare us.

I think it was grandma trying to get us out of her house.

I don't think that she...

She had lived there her whole life.

She had died in that house

and that she didn't want strangers staying there.

Sitting there in the dark in that attic,

listening to the phone ring, it was terror in the woods.