Last night Kevin and I were in the back cabin watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia when the door to the cabin opened on it's own. My brother told me to investigate and I said, "No, I'm scared," and I told him to go investigate and he said, "No, I'm scared."

There is obviously a ghost on this island. Probably my Grandpa Rex as we scattered his ashes here or his sister Patti, as her ashes are also here or my Great Grandfather Sherman as he was born here.