In 1974, Mike Rofone moved to a quiet, isolated house outside Greenbow, Alabama. The nearest neighbor was miles away. It should’ve been peaceful. Instead, on his very first night, he saw a pale head peeking around the hallway corner, watching him. He tried to write it off as exhaustion. The next night, he saw the same head again—this time at the kitchen doorway—and fled to a motel. His coworkers laughed the story off and suggested a psychiatrist. A week later, after trying to convince himself it was all in his head, Mike woke up and saw the same head at the end of his bed. Determined to confront his “hallucination,” he leaned over the edge—and froze. There was a man under his bed, physically there, holding a puppet with the same head he’d been seeing for days. Mike ran. The intruder chased him, slipped on the stairs, and knocked himself out. When police arrived, they found he wasn’t a ghost at all, but Buddy Light, the previous homeowner’s son—a man who simply never accepted that the house was no longer his.
