Backstory.

I had an aunt who lived in the wild wild forests of northern california.

She spoke of strange people coming out of the woods to visit with her.

They always asked to be invited in, but she never let them, instead she would give them tea in the garden. She said they always vanished after she went to bring the dirty dishes inside.

There were also stories of lights in the woods, voices and people standing at the edge of the treeline.

Raven feathers were a reoccurring theme as she mentioned that most of the people wore them.

Aside from the stories my aunt was pretty down to earth, so I'm somewhat inclined to believe her.

My mother and the woman who owned the land before my aunt also spoke of hearing and seeing strange things as well.

My aunt died and left me the cabin as inheritance, (probably because I was weird enough to be fascinated with the place and the stories). and shortly after that I was evicted.(Old cool landlord sold to new lame landlord). So I decided to take that as a sign and move out to the forest.

I'll be spending my first night there on april 5th. And I'm going to use this blog to document anything that might happen out there. (if anything does)

Eventually there should be pictures of the place!