Australia has its share of creepy cabins as well.
A comic book writer/Netflix producer holed up in a cabin in Australia to get some writing done.
So, hey.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I somehow managed to book a creepy log cabin to do some intensive writing in for a few days...
I’ve been laughing to myself about just how cliched-horror-movie this cabin is. But at 5.30am, out of nowhere, despite it blowing a gale out there for hours, wind chimes start chiming for the first time from the porch...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
Now, I’m just about to go to bed, but I’m not sleeping through annoying, spontaneous wind chimes, so I head out there...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And I see the wind chimes hanging on a rusty hook. I figure I can reach them, and I walk out onto the porch in my socks.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And the door immediately slams shut behind me. Of course...
I frantically check the door’s not locked. It isn’t. I’m not stuck on this porch in this gale in my socks and a T-shirt. But I do hear something in the bushes...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I don’t think much of it. There’s been possums running all over the roof all night (cute Australian possums, not those weird US ones). It’s the bush, things are allowed to move in bushes...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I manage to stand on my tippy toes and grab the rusted wind chimes from the rusted nail they’re hanging on, and I hear the noise again...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
Now I’m kind of giggling to myself because of how creeped out I’m feeling, so I grab my phone to take a photo of the murder cabin I’m writing in for a few days. Here it is... pic.twitter.com/M6iFVSJofI
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And straight after I take the photo, there’s a flash. I check to see if my phone’s flash is on - it is. I try to turn it off to take another photo, but something flashes over me...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And it didn’t come from my phone...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And there’s the sound again. But this time it’s heavier. Like a footstep...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And there’s another flash against the wall of the cabin.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I pull my phone out of my pocket, thinking I’ve left the torch on, which I somehow have, and I manage to shine it in my own face as I try to turn it off to take another photo of the cabin...
But then I realize I didn’t shine my phone in my face. Something else flashed in my face, & my brain is yelling at me...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I’m telling myself I’m being stupid and that I did flash my own face & the ‘footstep’ was probably a kangaroo or something, so I turn to confront the animal making the sound, and...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And, at 5.30am, in the dark, outside the murder cabin, SOMEONE IS STANDING THERE...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
I can’t see their face. They’re wearing a head torch...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And I’m running. I know I slipped at some stage in my socks, as I ran up the porch. I definitely kicked the wind chimes. I ran through the door and slammed it shut and locked it...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And here’s the thing. Several tweets later, I’m sure it was probably just a super-early-morning jogger or something, who was curious about the guy standing in his socks taking photos of a cabin with a flash...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And here’s the thing. Several tweets later, I’m sure it was probably just a super-early-morning jogger or something, who was curious about the guy standing in his socks taking photos of a cabin with a flash...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
But if it wasn’t, I’m letting you all know, just in case.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
And here’s this helpful picture I accidentally took mid-panic-run, if you need photographic evidence to go with this testimony. pic.twitter.com/pEHJ551JGP
Update: I just heard the wind chimes again. The wind chimes I know for fact aren’t hanging up anymore.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
THIS IS SCREWED. I am not joking. Lying in bed and the bedroom door just suddenly blew open with a bang...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
OH. COME ON! pic.twitter.com/lq7WXNUteU
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019
Then he went silent for 8 straight hours. Tweeters were rightfully worried.
I realize it’s been 8 hours. Just wanted to let you all know, I’m okay.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
The story didn’t end there, but my phone battery did, and the charger was in my car OUTSIDE - so, you know, physically impossible to retrieve...
So, this is what happened next.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Before my phone died, I spoke to my wife and told her I was sure I’d be fine.
And then I took a video... of the bedroom ceiling...
I’m lying in bed, and the ceiling is making this sound... and then my phone dies... pic.twitter.com/wU7NHvXoCz
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
I’m lying there staring at the ceiling, which is apparently counting down to my death, when the wind chimes rattle across the porch floor, and then something very big runs across the roof...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
I’m assuming it was a large possum, and definitely not a hellbeast.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Eventually, exhausted, I close my eyes...
Things came to a head when a loud knocking began.
And I wake up to a BANG!
I’m instantly more awake than I’ve ever been before. I’m on my feet, but I don’t remember getting out of bed...— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Someone is BASHING ON THE FRONT DOOR...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
I’m standing motionless, in my underwear, ignoring the still-ticking ceiling, trying not to breathe too loud, trying not to make a single sound. I AM A PETRIFIED NINJA...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
The bashing starts again...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Without stopping to do anything sensible that would make me feel less vulnerable, like put on pants, I walk slowly to the front door, and there’s a large shadow on the venetian blinds. A very big person is standing on the porch of this remote cabin...
The bashing starts again.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
I, eloquently, call out, “WHAT?!”
The bashing stops...
I see the guy shift and he calls out.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
“Package”...
After the night I’ve had l, there’s no way I’m opening the door to a stranger delivering a package to a remote cabin...
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Also, I’m in my underwear.
Also, I can’t open the door because I frantically locked it during the night and I have no idea what I’ve done with the keys...
He calls out, “Can you sign for it?”
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
After a way-too-long-and-awkward-pause, I say, “Um... No?”
...
Helpfully, I call out, “Just leave it, mate!”
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
“I can’t really...”
“JUST LEAVE IT!”
...
So, what are we thinking?
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Still-beating heart or trapped soul? pic.twitter.com/SxOOnVNkxe
Why are so many of you asking me what’s in the mysterious package?
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Why the hell would I open it? You think I’m going to bring it INSIDE??
No. It stays outside. With the wind chimes. pic.twitter.com/5Ebx5diiHy
Okay. I brought it inside.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
But I’m keeping it inside the fire safety cage. pic.twitter.com/M8yFPZJdQ7
People began to notice odd aspects to his pictures.
What? What bear? pic.twitter.com/DPE9SQVQSl
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
WHAT?? pic.twitter.com/BAAX7FnGOQ
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
There is NOTHING in the fireplace, people. I’m here for four more nights. Don’t do this to me. pic.twitter.com/ehzq4y4OHy
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Okay. Yes, I see the bear thing in the fireplace. I assume it was a weird reflection, and it looks cuddly, so I’m not worried. But to the people who pointed out what looks like a person standing in the window of the cabin in the photo I took last night, YOU ARE NOT HELPING. pic.twitter.com/EX8QlJ1udE
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
After seeing the ‘definitely not a person’ in that last picture, I decided to check the other rooms in this place. Found this tiny chair in front of an old television with no reception. How FUN. pic.twitter.com/htXN5J3riX
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
There’s something running over the roof. I tried to get a video where you can hear the footsteps. Got this instead.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
*Insert gif of Jake Perolta nervously saying, “Cool. Cool. Cool.”* pic.twitter.com/Fh97QFXimq
The creepy occurrences kept occurring.
Thought *for a bit of fun* I’d take my laptop and do a little writing in the tiny chair.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
And I seriously can’t remember putting this there... pic.twitter.com/cQ1QjijI1U
All totally normal. pic.twitter.com/omZezmx9mO
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
Hey. Sorry for the loud noise. Squished my toe with the tiny chair.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
I’m in bed now. I want to go to sleep.
But something is on the roof...
It sounds... bigger than anything else I’ve heard on the roof up to now... pic.twitter.com/X0Yb2FotQZ
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019
And that's all he's tweeted as of now. We'll keep this updated as the scary story continues.
Tom's scary story continues:
Of course he is, those tweets don't write themselves.
— Hugo Agostinho (@MrDrWatson76) March 26, 2019
So, there are two bedside tables in my room. And, seriously, I almost didn’t bother sharing this because it’s just so... blatant.
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
Try harder, cabin. Where’s the subtlety?
Anyway, I opened one and... pic.twitter.com/KKOLg0uMM4
Gah! Fine. I’ll open the other damn drawer! pic.twitter.com/q4LaOEW47z
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
So. Much. Worse. pic.twitter.com/UItHPdvAOX
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
The stuffed toy on the dollhouse isn’t a bear. It’s called a Bilby - which is kind of an Australian native bunny. It’s a marsupial. We give out chocolate ones at Easter. I wouldn’t call it haunted. pic.twitter.com/fxnvPMG1w8
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
What are you all talking about?! pic.twitter.com/A3YyXzobcu
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
It could be a fluke thing. It might have been a moth. There have been a lot of moths at that window tonight... pic.twitter.com/fg75Ik0LWc
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
No. I didn’t go outside and investigate the ghost bear from childhoods past!
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
Why don’t YOU go out and investigate?! pic.twitter.com/JLnCW63dHn
THERE IS LEGITIMATELY SOMETHING TRYING TO COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY!!! pic.twitter.com/nWMtXHSW5c
— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 27, 2019
10 Comments