What would Jason and Grant do?


Do you believe in ghosts or paranormal activity?

The older I get, the harder it is for me to answer no to that question. Part of me feels downright silly typing this post. But that other part of me — the one that is preoccupied with this ongoing situation — feels the need to get it in writing.

Maybe then I’ll see how silly it is and move on. Maybe a reader will be able to debunk all these incidents and I can sleep through the night. Maybe Jason and Grant will put me on their Sci-Fi Channel show.  

I think something is haunting our cabin in the woods.

For the record, I’m not the only one who has had experiences in and around the property, which is far enough removed from civilization to be considered isolated. Years ago, a relative of mine reported seeing ghostly figures in the form of soldiers moving through the woods to the west of the cabin. In fact, just about every odd occurrence outdoors there has happened in those west woods. Another relative swears she heard a disembodied voice whisper her name.

Recently, the activity levels have increased. Odd things. Little things. If only one of them happened, I’d dismiss it. But string them together and it’s unsettling. 


The radio: Upon our arrival a few summers ago, we suspected our radio/CD player batteries were dead. We popped them in and pressed play, twisted the tuner back and forth across the AM-FM spectrum and nothing. We pulled out and reinserted the batteries to make sure they were in properly. Nothing. We added eight D batteries to our shopping list and headed into town for provisions.

When we returned and killed the car engine, we heard the most godawful sound emanating from the cabin, a sort of country music wailing accented with static and station fade. It was loud. My husband, Girl from the West and I looked at one another with confusion and worry. Was someone in there? Were we being “Punk’d”?

We examined the radio.The batteries were in just as we had placed them earlier. The radio was in the same place on the table. After a moment of wonder, we dismissed it as a case of defective batteries.

Later that weekend another electronic item inside the cabin went off  without provocation. Again, it could be faulty equipment.

The flying objects: Last summer, as I was relaxing after dark on our screened porch at the back of the cabin, I heard what sounded like a bunch of spice bottles toppling on the shelf over the stove. I went in, shined the flashlight around and couldn’t find anything out of order. 

When I went to bed later that night,  I drifted off only long enough to be jarred wake by a cardboard box being tossed to the concrete floor. This was not a gentle tumble prompted by a breeze or the toppling over of an imbalanced object. We all leaped out of bed and began examining the area, attempting to explain how a box on a solid surface, nowhere near an open window, could be thrown to the floor. Our only theory: mice. Some body-building, steroid-addicted mice.

The door: Sometimes late at night, the heavy front door shifts for no apparent reason. It makes a sound like someone or something is leaning against it. Wind? Animals? I don’t know. I’m not willing to hang around in the dark outside to find out.

Let me point out a few things:

There is no electrical service to the cabin. No electricity source nearby. So, no EMFs to mess with the central-nervous system. This is a common explanation in many suspected hauntings.

We may have mice, I mean what deep-woods cabin doesn’t? But not so many that we ever see signs of them. No droppings. No gnawed food boxes or bags. We have found bats in the fireplace. But a bat knocking over a box would still be a bat in the cabin and it would not escape our attention.

I’ve checked the ground for tracks or footprints around the cabin after an incident. I’ve not found any.

This summer I returned with The Atlantic Paranormal Society approach. I sat up late into the night. I kept a small light nearby. I even had a camera handy but not a lot of motivation to use it. I waited and waited. 

Nothing. Both nights were deafeningly silent.

On the last day, as we were cleaning and packing we stepped outside to take a break. I mentioned to my husband that maybe we had finally debunked all the weird activity. I told him how I invited something to happen on both nights, invoked the ghost to show itself, send a sign, and nothing happened.

He listened. He made no comment, just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. 

Within moments of those words coming out of my mouth there came a heavy crash followed by a cracking sound from the west side of the cabin. We thought a limb had broken free from a large tree and struck a window. My husband ran to the west side of the cabin. When he came back, he walked slowly. He had on his serious face. 

“You just had to open your mouth and say it,  didn’t you?” he said.

I stood up and ran to the cabin.

It was the wall mirror. On the floor. Shattered. So, too, were my nerves. 

We told ourselves it was the wind. Although neither of us recalled a big gust in the moments preceeding the crash. I think we both kept to ourselves what we were really thinking.

Haunted or not? What do you think?

12 thoughts on “What would Jason and Grant do?

  1. Oh, that is creepy! I have the shivers. I agree: too many coincidences PLUS the fact that others have experienced similar phenomena.

    I’ve never had such experiences myself. I don’t know if I would be scared or excited. I do know that I would NEVER stay in an isolated cabin in the woods with no electricity!

  2. COOL! I was the kid who always begged to stay overnight at the Winchester Mystery House and loved working at the haunted Toys R Us (in Sunnyvale, if you want to look it up), so this sort of thing is ridiculously interesting to me.

    Has anything threatening ever happened? Bumps in the night are kind of scary, but if you can get past the whole “ghost in the cabin” aspect it’s not all that bad. Especially if you can figure out the ghost’s name, then you can talk to it. Which sounds crazy, I know. It’s great for getting over the fear though.

  3. That is spooky!

    I believe in ghosts and paranormal activities. I believe in guardian angels too. Yes I am a proud and out Roman Catholic. =)

    This experience happened a long time ago. My hubby and I lived in this tiny place, we had our own room but had to share the kitchen with everyone. We had our own electri stove though. So anyway one night I couldn’t sleep and decided to boil some water in the kettle. Put the stove on high so the water would boil quickly. Left the kettle and went back to our room.

    Hubby and I watched the tv, made some sweet loving afterwards and tucked into bed to finally get some shut-eye…completely forgetting the kettle. Genius right?

    Settled snugly in the bed, lights off, a/c on and ready to fall asleep…bliss.

    Then we heard this strange buzzing noise. Ignored it at first thinking it’s a bee or something. But the fricking buzz won’t go away, so I got up turned on the lights and lo and behold…

    Moths, moths and moths all over the room. What the hell? Where did they come from. There’s like a million of them in our tiny room. So we had no choice but to get out of the room and let them all out.

    I went to the kitchen to drink some water and OMG…the kettle. There was no more water left in the bloody thing. I was shaking with fear. That stove could have overheated ovenight and started a fire.

    Up to this day whenever I tell this story I still get the goosebumps. Our guardian angels were watching over us that night. I believe that with my whole heart.

    How else would you explain moths coming out of the dark? Aren’t they supposed to be attracted to lights?

  4. OK this post totally makes me want to visit your cabin in the woods. And it reminds me I have a creepy/freaky/unusual story of my own to tell, and I would if I could just pull myself out of this post-BlogFest doldrums. *sigh*

    Oh well, until then I have all of your awesomeness to catch up on! And that’s a good thing, as Martha would say.

  5. Went back here to read more ghosts stories from your readers. Read my comment again and lol I forgot to add “and make some tea”.

    I swear to God I think I need a brain scan…just to check if I’ve still got some brain cells left. Lol.

  6. I will tell this story to my stepsons and tell you what they think – I predict they will vote “real” ghosts. They will want to know more about the soldiers in the woods – hey, I do too!

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