John B. Allen (MrBallen)

It was a weird morning.

It was so weird because she's like,

Almost reassured to hear me confirming what she thinks she's hearing.

I don't even know.

It was like good for her.

She wanted to talk about this and I didn't want to talk about it.

And Nick, the son of the deceased, he's like totally doesn't want to hear any of it.

And Wolf is like very scared now.

He's like getting worked up by it.

It was just a very weird thing.

But anyways, we got one more night.

And I'm like, God, just got to get through one more night of this awful experience.

And so that day, after doing our weird breakfast routine, we found out, one, that the brothers were not going to be stopping by after all.

Turns out it didn't really matter, but they were not going to be stopping by.

So that night, the one more night I had, I didn't even have a thing to cling on to that could be the reason behind these sounds.

But before his mom, Nick's mom drove us to the mountain that day, we made a very small pit stop at this woodworking shop that was near the cabin.

She was picking up a new coffee table that they were gonna place in the cabin at the foot of the stairs that led up to the second floor of the lofted area.

And she just needed me and Nick and Wolf to literally lift it, put it in the Jeep.

And so we go to the woodworking shop, we get this new coffee table, this beautiful wood coffee table.

We put it in the SUV.