One evening, the boys wanted to do some salt water fishing in the bay instead of the open ocean.
They decided to go to an out of the way place that the locals call, Bloody Point.
It didn't sound too appetizing to me with a name like that, but always eager to explore new places, I trailed along with them.
The boys carried their fishing gear, and I had my camera gear, and we headed down a dirt path that grew darker as the trees closed in around us.
I could see this house from a distance and I didn't like idea of the windows being boarded up as they were, after all, we were at Bloody Point.
It was a very old wooden house dating back to the colonial times that this area is well-known for.
The hairs were rising on my arms as I read the KEEP OUT sign on the door - not that anybody in their right mind would go in there anyway.
As we passed the house, I turned back for another look, and the way the sun was lighting the upper half of the building took away the spooky feeling long enough to catch a few images.
Quickly running to catch up with the boys, I found the path had turned steep and rocky, but it had opened up to an ocean view with a perfect spot to sit and fish as the tide continued to rise.
We spent a couple hours there as the sun grew lower in sky, and walking in the dusk, past that spooky house, made me never so happy to see our car!