Help Me

In August of 2007 one of the renovation workers who lived in the guest house adjacent to the windmill (approximately 20 feet between buildings) heard a woman’s voice crying out at 3:30am, “Help me, help me.” He swears the cry continued for over 15 minutes; this happened on three separate occasions. When asked what did you do, he replied, “Turned up my radio, I’m not going in there at night.”