I went to a campground for the long weekend called Clevelands House, and they had a pretty cool golf course. I tried golfing for the first time, and I discovered that I’m horrible at golf! Yay! But as we were standing at the ninth hole, waiting for the other people to finish, we saw a giant grey rectangle looming behind a bunch of trees. of course, as we were going to investigate, the people finished the hold and we had to start golfing. That afternoon, though, my friend Paul and his dad went back to investigate. It was a giant solid cement structure, with no doors or windows or anything. It was about double my height (maybe 10 feet tall?) and it was surrounded with random rotting junk, half buried by leaves. (I might mention that it SMELLED. It smelled AWFUL. Like rotting mattresses and alcohol. Actually, that’s what is was so it would make sense that it would smell like that…) We found a bunch of planks nailed into the ground, a bucket of sharp nails (some were bigger than my hand!), a bunch of knocked-over trash cans, a rotting mattress, a ripped-open bean bag, a broken printer, and some more stuff. Keep in mind those were just the things above all of the fallen leafs- we knew that we were walking on top of more stuff, but we didn’t want to give a sign that we had been there. On top of the cement structure, there was a well-built but not solid thin wood roof made out of random plywood. There was a wide plank leaning against the roof that we could climb up to get to the roof. Once on the roof, we could feel the wood creaking beneath out feet, and if we punched the edges of the roof, it would break apart. There was a small part of the roof ripped off, and there was a ladder leading down. Inside the structure, without going indide, you couldn’t see anything.
Wait, hold on a sec. Someone in our group went to the structure (we called it “behind the nine) every day, but I only saw it on the third day. so I’ll tell you what happened every day and what was inside, because the creepy part is coming up.
Day1: We discovered behind the nine. My friend Paul and his dad went to it and went straight inside. they found an upturned table, some chairs, a tarp with a mysterious lumpy object under it, a rotting mattress, a bunch of cut ropes around one of the chairs (as if someone was tied to the chair, and then cut free), and some empty beer bottles.They didn’t touch anything- they went inside, observed, and left.
Day 2: Again, I didn’t go into behind the nine. However, Paul and his dad went again, and this time the took a video. The scary thing: the table was turned upright, the tarp and the object under it were gone, there were more beer bottles, most of the ropes were gone, and alot of the suspicious-looking stuff was gone. Someone knew that paul and his dad had gone into the structure, and that someone cleaned up! That led us to speculate that there was a dead body under the tarp or something. Also, now that they knew that someone knew that they had been there, paul and his dad touched stuff, moved stuff, and looked around. The mattress was leaning against a wall. When they looked behind it, they found plastic bags of foul smelling rotting stuff (my dad thinks it’s rotting flesh). Also, the floor was carpeted, with duct tape of all things holding it down, and part of the floor sounded strangely hollow when we jumped on it. The walls had dirty sheets hanging over them, and when paul and his dad looked behind the sheets, there wasn’t anything (my dad thinks that they’re for sound dampening, to muffle screams) and when paul screamed inside the structure, his dad outside couldn’t hear him. everything inside was really dirty and dark, but it didn’t smell especially bad.
Day 3: My friend Carolyn and I went to inside the nine. I’m not ashamed to say that I was absolutely terrified out my mind. If you were there, you would have been scared, too. We basically repeated paul and his dad’s investigation yesterday. We sat on the roof for about ten minutes, trying to gather ourselves to go inside and speculating as to what it could be. As we were sitting there, I heard a cracking sound and beneath Carolyn’s knee the wood started cracking. That was really scary. Anyways, I finally built up the nerve to descend the ladder. As I was going down (Carolyn was still of the roof) Carolyn said, really seriously and freaked out, “Dave, someone’s coming from the forest.”. I started FREAKING. I mean, I’m inside this ten foot by ten foot cement box, and the beer-drinking potential murderer who lived there was coming? I was scared out of my mind. Then Carolyn started cracking up and told me that she was kidding. (not cool, Carolyn! Don’t play a trick like that again!) Then she came inside and we started looking around. We found a noose. WE FOUND A NOOSE! What type of non-murdering person would have a black rope NOOSE hanging from their roof?!?!? NOBODY. That freaked Carolyn out, and after a quick inspection (there were three more beer bottles than paul told us there were the day before, and the stuff behind the mattress was gone) we left and went to lunch. You know, just a normal day at camp.
I’m going to ask them to send me the video that they took, so that I can post it to my blog, but what do you guys think the behind the nine was?
Not that it’ll matter…
