There’s a legend about a cabin that sits at the edge of a lake. It’s small. The lake is filled with trout and it’s a good fishing spot.

Normally, it’s peaceful and quiet.

But every full moon a fog rolls in and covers the lake in a dense mist.

It becomes eerily quiet. Until you hear a blood curdling scream.

Some say it’s the tortured screams of a woman who once drowned there. At night you can h...