I'm going to start this story off by first stating that I am going to decline to mention the specific cabin property we stayed at, simply for courtesy sake. I will instead call it Cabin 112, which is what it said on the map of the property. Also, certain names have been changed, well, because I think it's rude to tell a story without that person's permission. This story is long, so be prepared. Now, if your still here after all that rambling, my story is as follows:
This last Thursday, my Rob (husband) and I left town to have a 4 day weekend at a cabin on the outskirts of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. We left at 3-4 pm on Thursday and decided that we would drive as far as we could, then get a hotel. We arrived in G-burg (because it has tricky spelling and I don't want to type it all out lol) on Friday around noon, and headed to the property where we were going to be staying. Upon arrival I noticed that there were several hang arounders, my word for those spirits that just can't/won't move on, and told Rob so. He laughed and said "I thought it was just you and I this weekend!"
So we pull up and I noticed this little boy about 5-6 years old, hanging around the bathroom. I didn't think anything about it, as we had never been here before and who am I to tell someone that they shouldn't let their kid play by the busy road? (BTW, You shouldn't let your kids play by the busy road! Lol) Rob went inside to check in as I jotted down our license plate number and make/model of our car. I didn't really think about the little boy until I heard a scream followed by another scream, and I turned around to see that same little boy being rocked in the arms of a VERY grief stricken mother. As I started to rush over and offer any assistance I could, I locked eyes with the mother and they both faded away.
This happens to me a lot so, although I was a bit rattled, I cleared my head and went inside. After we gave all of our information to the clerk Becky, she handed us a map and told us where to find Cabin 112. So we head off in the direction of the cabin, and as we pass the bathroom, I notice the little boy again. He obviously doesn't know I am even around, and I'm ok with not being bothered on my "romantic" weekend. On our way up the road, I notice this guy walking ahead of us with a pack hanging from his back. As we passed him, I turned around to see that he was wearing pants that didn't quite reach his ankles, his shoes looked worn, and he has what looked like deep scars the right side of his face. He faded almost as quickly as the grieving mom and her son. Somehow I KNEW this weekend wasn't going to turn out how I thought.
After a few minutes, we arrive at our cabin. Turns out our cabin is up towards the top of this hill, and deep, deep, DEEP in the woods. Did I say deep? Lol Normally I am not as much of a baby about staying in the woods, but from the moment I got out of the car, I felt like I wasn't wanted there. If anyone else has experienced this type of thing, you know the feeling I'm talking about. I just wanted to get back in the car and tell Rob that he could stay if he wanted, but something didn't want me around, and I was happy to leave it with its ghostly attitude and find a Hilton!
We get up on the porch to unlock the door, and we heard voices inside the cabin. I was shocked, as this time Rob heard it too. We both looked at each other and backed away a bit, we certainly didn't want to walk in on anyone due to Becky accidentally renting the cabin to us. So we knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. We heard silence after the first knock, but when we knocked a 2nd time we heard hushed voices and hurried footsteps. I was getting mad, because it's rude to know someone is at the door and not answer it. So I leaned over to look in the window, and I saw... Nothing, not a single thing. Not a light, not a person, not even luggage. So I told Rob I didn't see anyone, but asked him to call the Becky anyway to make sure there was no one here.
He went to the car to make the call, and I went around back to see if there was anyone about. Behind the cabin was this BEAUTIFUL fountain with some kind of bird at the top. I felt drawn to it for some reason, and decided I would take a closer look. I walked around the other side of the fountain to see what kind of bird it was, and I noticed a small line of stones along the tree line. Now to be clear, I have absolutely no idea what kind of stones they were. I just noticed that they seemed broken off or weather worn. My loving husband picked that moment to holler my name like his life depended on it, and scare me half out of my life! He said that Becky told him that no one should be in Cabin 112, as the last reservation before us was 2 weeks ago. We went back around front, and unlocked the door and stepped inside. For all intents and purposes it was a very normal cabin, except this HUGE dresser that has 3 drawers on the bottom, 2 smaller but longer drawers above that, and finally 2 small drawers at the top. I noticed that the top left drawer was opened a bit, and I can't stand that so I closed it. We walked around to look at every nook and cranny, because we were still a bit paranoid of the voices we heard inside earlier. As you can guess, we didn't find a thing.
We unpacked our stuff and put it away in the dresser mentioned earlier and again, the drawer was opened but I assumed Rob opened it for me and I closed it after putting the rest of my stuff away.
We brought the cooler in and proceeded to make dinner. I have never cooked on a gas stove before and was afraid of burning something, so I asked Rob to help me keep the temperate regulated. As I moved from the counter to the stove behind me, I noticed something move quickly from the stove to the doorway by the patio. I peeked around to see if it was Rob, but caught myself when I realized he was in the kitchen with me. Not even a split second later I heard what sounded like a scuffle coming from the living room. It was the sound of shoes dragging across the hardwood floor, followed by a sound similar to the bang when you're tenderizing meat on a formica counter. Like a bang, scrape, drag. Bang, scrape, drag. I was so disturbed by this that I felt pain in my hands and realized that it was because I had a death grip on the pan and was shaking like a leaf.
I turned around to ask Rob if he heard that, and the look on his face was all I needed to see. He was stark white and his eyes were bulging out of his head. Being the guy, he told me to stay quiet in the kitchen while he went to look. Although I could tell he didn't really want to, and I could see in his eye that he was begging for me to tell him not to. I told him that we would go look together and to grab his cell phone, and I still had the cast iron skillet in my hand. Someone was going to get brained if they even looked like they were going to hack me to pieces!
We moved slowly into the living room, and didn't see anything. Checked the small bedroom, and nothing. As we get to the larger bedroom door, we hear those same voices as when we first arrived: hushed and hurried as if they were trying to not alert us that they were there. So Rob puts his finger up to his lips signaling me to be quiet, then he ninja kicks the door opened. I lost it into a fit of giggles, because he had just told me to keep quiet, then proceeded to make the most noise of either of us!
Then I realized we were looking for people in the cabin and I probably just alerted them to our presence. (As if they missed the ninja kick heard round the world lol.) So we look in and it's empty, like I knew it would be. As I glanced around the room, I noticed the the drawer was opened AGAIN. I was getting a bit rattled so I calmly said, "We are here to have a good time, and we would appreciate it of you would stop with the voices and noises. I see that you seem to be looking for something that used to be in the top left drawer of the dresser, but I'm sorry to tell you that it's gone. Please leave, or at least be silent while we enjoy our time here." I felt the air lighten almost instantly, and nary a sound was heard the rest of the trip, from whatever it was.
If you're still with me, I appreciate it. I asked about Cabin 112 around town when I was there, asked Becky, and asked others at the property, no one seemed to know anything about the history or any weird happenings. I haven't done any research as we just got home today, but I plan to as soon as possible. I want to find out what that noise was, what the stones in the backyard were, the history of the land, and what's with that dang dresser drawer! Thanks for reading, and I hope you're still awake.