[Spoken, intimate and mysterious] Deep in the forests of northern Wisconsin, on the shores of West Bay Lake, there once stood a mansion called Summerwind. [Appreciative, then subtly ominous] It was a beautiful place. Twenty rooms, overlooking the water, surrounded by towering trees. [Lower voice, deliberate] But beautiful houses can hide UGLY secrets. [Building intrigue] The story goes that one evening, the owner, Robert Lamont, saw a strange figure standing near the basement doorway. [Brief pause, sudden intensity] He drew his pistol. [Sharp, emphatic] And fired. [Quiet, measured] The bullets struck the door. [Ominous pause] But the figure simply vanished. [Grim, matter-of-fact] Lamont reportedly left the mansion, never to return. [Conversational, gathering momentum] Years passed. Then another family moved into Summerwind. [Gradually building unease] At first, it was little things. Doors opening when nobody was near them. Whispers from empty rooms. Footsteps in the night. [Lower voice, building suspense] Then the organ. [Brief instrumental break: eerie pipe organ plays a sinister, repetitive melody] [Unsettling fascination, organ continues quietly underneath] They say the man of the house began playing it for hours, as though something unseen were compelling him. [Quiet, serious] His family grew frightened. And eventually, they TOO abandoned Summerwind. [Anticipation] But the mansion's strangest story was still to come. [Dark, dramatic] On a stormy night in June 1988, lightning reportedly struck the house. [Building intensity] Summerwind caught fire. [Sudden stillness] By morning, the mansion was gone. [Reflective, measured] Only its great stone chimneys remained, standing like sentinels among the trees. [Conversational, slightly amused] And you MIGHT think that was the END of the haunting. After all, what good is a haunted house when there's no house left to haunt? [Voice darkens] But visitors continued telling stories. [Quiet, unsettling rhythm] Strange sounds among the ruins. Shadows moving between the trees. The unsettling feeling that someone was watching. [Thoughtful, conspiratorial] Perhaps the spirits had never belonged to the mansion at ALL. Perhaps the house had simply been built where they already lived. [Slow, building toward the reveal] And perhaps, on certain nights, when the mist rises from West Bay Lake... [Wonder, almost disbelieving] Summerwind still stands. [Deliberate, eerie] Its windows glow. Its doors open. And somewhere inside, an organ begins to play. [Brief instrumental break: eerie pipe organ plays a sinister, repetitive melody] [Pause, conversational] Summerwind burned down in 1988. [Long pause, wickedly amused] But apparently, nobody told the ghosts.
