If Matt and I die tonight....

"What did we get ourselves into? A photographer in Cincinnati offered to let Matthew and I stay at his photography studio (a very old farmhouse in the country) in exchange for one hour of modeling.

After unpacking, we noticed some neighbors having a campfire and decided to join (looking back, we could have gotten shot, I am not sure what we were thinking)... It was a weird situation all around. The weirdest part was where the woman asked us where we were staying and we pointed at the farmhouse and she looked all ominous and said, 'That was a KluKluxKlan meeting house. Dead people buried in that basement. You couldn't drag me in that house if you tried'

'Was she being serious or trying to scare us? She seemed so nice. Let's check the basement." - We found the basement but it wasn't a basement. Someone had poured cement right to the top of basement steps. There were three stairs and then cement. 

Could there bodies under the cement? Why would anyone pour that much cement into a basement?... We turned on the television, trying to block out the scary thoughts. We found board games and kept trying to stay busy... Halfway through Scrabble, the TV turned off by ITSELF. We could barely move, we were so scared. Things were falling off shelves.... We stayed up ALL night until the sun came up and took off at 5am. 

I googled the address from our motel. Sure enough, the house WAS a KKK meeting house. Very little about it online though (not surprising) - I wonder if some day that house will be excavated...? Or if the house will rot away and people will pass it on the road and never even think twice about the basement without steps. What a surreal experience"