A doll head, an old-timey bathtub, and a caretaker’s ghost are the stuff of nightmares.
As I approached, the large object’s oval shape came into view. Soon, I knew what I was looking at: a vintage bathtub, alone in the middle of the forest.
But was it actually alone? I glanced around, listening carefully for any rustling or footsteps. That random old tub gave me the eeriest feeling, and on this particular trail, that’s a common sentiment.