When I was a kid we lived in a house that backed up into a deep wooded area. About a quarter of a mile into the woods was a very old abandoned log cabin. It was small, consisted of a cramped main room where at one time, fireplace and living area was, and one back bedroom. No bathroom it was built way before bathrooms. In the front of the cabin was one window that no longer had the glass to one side of the entry way of the front door.

My favorite place to play was in the woods climbing trees, swinging on vines across the creek, finding turtles and catching crawdads. I often passed the cabin to get to the creek, and a few times I saw a old man looking out the window. I assumed someone lived there. One day as my friend Mike and I were playing near the cabin in the woods and we were getting bored he said “lets go play in the cabin.” I told him we couldn’t do that because there was a guy that lived there. Mike laughed at me and told me no one lives there and that the cabin was abandoned. I told him I saw the old man a few times looking out the window at me and he accused me of lying. So we walked to the cabin and Mike opened the door and sure enough the cabin was empty not a stich of furniture and no old man. We did go in to play in the cabin but I really had this eerie feeling the old man was there in the corner with the window watching us. After a few minutes I told Mike I didn’t like it in the cabin and wanted to go home.

I avoided the cabin for sometime after that because the whole thing really creeped me out. A couple of years later the neighborhood adults decided to have the cabin taken down because teens were going in there smoking cigarettes and they were concerned about a possible fire. Funny thing was I felt a little sad knowing it was getting torn and wondered where the old man would go?

Thanks for jogging the memory with your question. I haven’t thought about that cabin since I was a kid.