There are reasons
that some of us walk around armed, so having said that, I'll pass on the face to face with evil part.
However, I will play on the creepy part.
Back in 98 I was moving to upstate new York, near
Glens Falls, about 90 minutes north of Albany. This was
our 7th move in 10 years. As it normally worked, I would
leave 60-90 days in advance, while my wife got the house
sold and the kids wrapped up and ready for the move.
We were buying a new house and they had a bad winter so
the house was about 2 months behind. Rather than put
my family up in a hotel for 3 months, I rented a small
cabin on the lake.
I was there for a month before my family came. The
first thing I noticed was that it was really really dark
at night. When you laid in bed, you could not even see
your hand in front of your face. On the third night I woke
up at 2 am and could see the bathroom light was on
across the cabin (1 BR). I laid there paralyzed with fear
for about an hour, then got up and turned it off. I talked
myself into the fact that I must have left it on.
The next night, I slept fine, woke up, stumbled into the
kitchen and almost **** my pants. Every upper cupboard
door was open. I almost had a heart attack. Went
to work and decided it was either wind or someone was
in the cabin at night.
On the way home that night, I stopped at the store and
got some tape and string. When I got back to the cabin
I taped and strung all the windows and doors. I then
started a system of checking every door and window
when I left or went to bed, never was one moved.
I started noticing strange things, there was a picture on
the wall, that was always crooked, being OCD, I straightened
it every time I want by, and every time I would come back
it was crooked.
There was a lamp next to the couch that had a old
church key turn switch, I was sitting there watching
TV one night, and click, right behind my left ear, then
a cold breeze.
Bathroom light on again, kitchen cupboard doors open
again, wash machine lid slams shut, picture moved
and on and on.
Now, I'm not saying crap to my wife because she was
coming up that week with the kids and some of our
stuff, and by now I'm pretty much thinking I am F'n
out of my mind.
Night one, she says, this place is pretty creepy, something
is not right here. I say nah, alls good, house will be done
in 2 months and we're out.
Night 2, kid will not sleep in the front room, have to move
him in with the baby. She gets them down, comes back
to bed, falls asleep, then wakes me up, bathroom light
is on. She says there is some one in the house, she
knows she did not leave the light on. I go check, turn
the light out.
Day 3, she calls me at work and asks why all the windows
are taped and strung. I told her I was spooked and
wanted to make sure no one was coming in or out while
I was not there.
Night 3 Kid will not sleep in front room, put him down
with the baby. I wake up very early and go to work at
AM, we are dong inventory. She calls me at 7 am and
asks why I opened all the cupboard doors. Told her I was
looking for sugar and was in a hurry (got coffee at 7-11)
Night 4, kids are watching TV, she asks to talk. We go
into the front room and she says, I think this house is
haunted. I ask why, she just looked at me and said
you know perfectly well why. I was like, no such thing
don't worry, its just an old cabin. She says BS.
Night 5, Kid wont go down in the front room, she takes
him in with the baby, about an hour later I hear her
scream. She comes running out with both the kids and
says we are leaving, NOW. She was laying there trying
to get my son to sleep and the radio turned on.
10 min later, we were on the road to a hotel, where
we spent the next 7 weeks until our house was done.
She would not let me go back to the cabin to get anything
at all to bring to the new house.
About a year later, I'm telling this story to a guy I had met and became frends with. He is laughing his *** off. He
tells me, Dude, back in the late 40's a guy killed his whole
family in that cabin and then hung himself over the
stacked up bodies.
Never believed for a second in ghosts, until I lived in that
cabin for 5 weeks