Tonight I will be speaking to Wes who is from Wisconsin. Wes writes "This happened in the late 90's but I'm foggy on the exact yr. I know it had to be around 96 or 97 cause i was still too young to get into the bars and so most of my weekends were at house parties. This night is no different, I arrive at my friends place around midnight, I wanna say it was early fall when this story takes place cause i can still remember warming up my p.o.s. chevette. There were 3 other guys including myself, it was nothing exciting, just playing goldeneye on the 360, laughing our asses and enjoying life. Then suddenly one of the guys says that he's sick of sitting around and that we should go do something, we were all curious as to what he had in mind and suddenly my other buddy shouts out "the baby grave or or columbia mansion!!" We all looked at each other through bloodshot eyes, started laughing and shouted "lets go"! The "baby grave and Columbia Mansion" have been the haunted "goto" place for yrs around the Marshfield Wi area and they are both relatively close by in proximity, (within a mile or 2) tonight was no different. It really is the only "cool" place to go and possibly have any kind of paranormal experience, or so we were told. All 4 of us dragged our asses into one of the more reliable vehicles (89 grand prix!!) and got comfortable cause it was about a 45 min drive. The drive down was uneventful, we just joked around, talked about girls, shared the latest drama/rumors and that was pretty much it. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived on columbia rd. Which was out in the sticks to say the least, if we had broken down or anything, I'm pretty sure I never would've found my way home. Luckily my buddy DJ (the driver) knew the approximate location of the baby grave but wasn't quite 100% sure. So we drove around for another hour trying to find this stupid baby grave,we were all getting impatient and one of us mentioned that we should just stop by the first house we see with the lights on. (as i'm remembering this, i couldn't believe our level of stupidity, I mean it was now about 2:30 in the am) but that didnt seem to effect our decision making, as you'll see, plus we were seriously lost now. After about 10 more mins of wandering aimlessly, now just looking for any sign of civilization instead of the baby grave, we finally came around a corner and saw this amazing iron gate that stood about 20 ft high. Right above it was a dim orange light glowing in the darkness, I yelled stop cause I saw this light, and another light on the porch front of this beautiful home. All 4 of us rubbernecked this huge iron gate and realized someone was awake in the room adjacent to the porch cause we could see them walking around. Now this was no ordinary mansion, it was reminiscent of an old barn that had been converted into a home, It looked lived in, but not dilapidated or unloved. It was quite beautiful. The paint was fresh, the gate looked new. The driveway leading into the yard looked well used and well manicured, the yard or what we could see of it, did look a little unmanaged, but not forgotten. I looked over at my buddy and said, "the gates open". My buddy kinda mumbled something like, "i'm not going in there". I looked at my friend, "Dawson" and he's like, "let's go". So myself and my buddy dawson squeezed through the open gate and approached the lit up porch. I still remember the feeling I got walking up those creeky steps, it's hard to explain, but I didn't feel fear, just a sense of something was wrong with this picture. Dawson didn't climb the steps, he just stood there waiting for me to knock. So I did. After about 30 seconds of uncomfortably waiting, I heard the inner door creek open and then the outer door popped open and I stepped back to let it swing by me. My first reaction was "what the fuck!!" cause what I was looking at was no ordinary old woman. This woman was about 4'11", had long thinning white whispy hair, looked to be over a hundred yrs old, she was wearing what seemed to be 1800s style clothing, the light on the deck was gas or a candle and what caught me even further off guard was she was holding a tray with a candle lit in it. But as soon as I noticed that I just as quickly forgot about cause she started talking to me. She spoke in old english, using the words "ye" and asking where our wagon was. Dawson and I were baffled and speechless. She then started asking about our shoes and where would we get something like that at this day and age. I didn't answer any of her questions, I just apologized for bothering her at such a late hour and asked if she could give us directions to the nearest town. She responded kindly and started telling us to take these "wagon trails" this and that way and we'll eventually find the town of Columbia. I said thankyou so much for your help and apologized again and we quickly walked back to the car. Dawson and I sat in the car silent. After what felt like hours but w
