The story is that a guy crashed his plane and died on the hill that my dad built our house on. One day, bright, sunny, still, he was putting in the steps and heard a sound. So he says, "Look, if anyone's there, I just want you to know that I'm going to be living her with my family. We don't want any trouble, just to live in peace. If anyone's there, let me know you heard me." Just then, the door to my brother's room slammed. Spooky. That's what that is. I lived in that house for almost 10 years and always felt like I was being watched.....