It was the summer of 2007, the stage was set and we were both ready for a nice vacation. As always we piled our gear into the back of the car and headed off for Hiawassee, Ga. Having contacted the owner of a Vacation rental property on a popular vacation rental web site, we were set to stay a little lake house for about a week.
For those not familiar with Hiawassee, Ga its a small town at the convergence of several states. Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee. If you walk 5 minutes in each direction you may easily end up in a different state.
The first day we got there relatively late so we unpacked our stuff into the house, didn't look around too much but rather made dinner and then retired for the night. Being exhausted, we didn't really notice much on the first night. Also we were staying upstairs and as we would later find out the bulk of the activity was downstairs.
Starting the evening of the second day was the first time we ventured downstairs. Even before we headed downstairs there was a very definate ominous feeling standing at the top of the stairs. A feeling that something was watching, paying attention to every move you make.
At first when you feel this, there is a tendency to simply dismiss it. And thats exactly what I did. I went downstairs and looked around. As I sat downstairs for a bit, the feelings become considerably more overwhelming. Now I'm not small guy, I tend to be a big guy who generally doesn't back down from things. But I have to say, as I sat there in the sofa, I got goosebumps, and I kept feeling like something was coming at me.
Later that evening, the TV turned off by itself while I was watching it. I kept hearing noises, and feeling like someone was walking up behind me. But when I would look, nobody was there. It wasn't until that evening that my girlfriend also mentioned feeling the exact same thing.
The next day, as I sat downstairs, I noticed a spot in the ceiling. I would check, and it grew slowly. Felt for moisture, but there was none. I have no hard proof. But I know there is something there. I may have to go back to that rental property and bring gear to explore.
I have a picture we took of the house, looking down the stairs from the first floor to the converted basement. The area below is where the activity happened.