We answered an ad on Craigslist for a man that had a cabin for rent in Camp Glisson. It was a rustic cabin: built around 1950 by a family who had lived in the Dahlonega area since the early 19th century. They were here when North Georgia College was founded in 1873, here when the square was still dirt, etc. They had built the cabin in 1950 before the family moved towards Atlanta, but they've kept it in their family ever since. It was a simple bungalow-type cabin, tin roof, large screened side porch overlooking Cane Creek, a stone foundation that was made from stone in the area, and 200 ft from the top of Cane Creek Falls. Sounded great.
Andrew and I were the first to arrive on Friday. We pulled up and said, "wow." There were wooden green shutters covering the windows. Some of the shutters were rotted or cracked, but...we thought, gives it character. We get inside, and the cabin smelled like an old cabin - musty, woody, etc. Still.........okay. The rush of Cane Creek Falls could be heard from almost every room of the cabin. As we're checking out the cabin, we come across the back bedroom which contained a single lamp on the chest of drawers and four twin beds. We started opening up windows to air out the cabin, and this room was no exception. We opened the screens, slid back the windows (pocket windows) and latched open the shutters. We did this all through the house.
When it came time to meet Val and Jamie for dinner, we closed the windows, and in the back room, we closed the shutters and bolted them shut, closed the windows, closed and latched the screens, and closed and locked the door. When we came back from dinner with Val and Jamie, we noticed the door to the back room was ajar. I closed it and locked it again (you could lock all of the doors in the cabin from the hallway - thus, you could lock someone in a room.)
The next day, we met Mom, Dad, and Kim in Dahlonega, drove up to Dillard, etc. and came back to Dahlonega. When we got to the house, the door, again to the back room, was ajar. I showed Kim the room because you got a heavy/eerie feeling about it. The screens were latched, windows closed, and shutters bolted shut. I firmly closed the door, again, and locked it. I tried it to make sure it was locked. We ran to Wal-Mart to get beer, and when we came back...the back bedroom door was ajar. I checked it out, windows still closed, etc. and closed and locked it again.
The next morning when we woke up, I noticed that the shutter in my bedroom had been opened...and latched. We had closed it on Friday night. I opened the screen, slid open the window, and leaned out to close the shutter. As I was leaning out, I looked to my left and saw that the back room's shutters were wide open...and latched on the outside of the house to keep them open. "What the?" I said, "Uh, honey. The shutters to the back room are wide open and latched against the cabin."
We went into the back room - door was locked - and when we opened the door, we noticed that all four shutters had been opened and latched against the side of the cabin - keeping them open. The wind did NOT do that. The wind didn't sling open (unbolt top and bottom) four shutters and then latch it against the outside of the cabin. Two of the shutters we didn't even open on Friday because the windows wouldn't budge. I went in, opened the screens (that were still latched,) slid open the windows (two of which needed to be budged out of place to slide,) reached out, unlatched the shutters and brought them back in towards the windows. Again, I bolted the top and the bottom of the shutters, slid the windows shut, closed the screens, and latched them as well. This time, I left that room's door open.
It was about that time that I said, "let's pack up and get the Hell out of here." We did, and in record time.
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