S2E61 - The Door at the White Lake Church, February 1988

In the winter of 1988, I spent three nights in a small church on the shore of White Lake, New Hampshire. The door to the basement would open by itself at exactly 3:03 AM. I went down there on the third night. What I found was not a ghost, not a person, not anything I have words for. But I still have the photograph. I still have the sound it made recorded on a microcassette. And I still wake up at 3:03 every morning, even now. This is what happened inside the White Lake Church, and what followed me out.

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