I wasn't going to post this but... Quebec cabin horror was REAL

I wasn't going to post this but I can't stop thinking about it.

Okay so before I get into MY story, there's this thing that happened in February 2017. Three young guys went camping in northern Quebec. Last known location: somewhere near Les Arcs National Park, next to some snow-covered cabin. Rescue teams found the place locked up tight. No sign of the men. Just. Three cameras. Sitting on the floor.

One of them still had the record button on.

I found out about all this while traveling through Canada. Little bar in Quebec City, full blizzard outside, and this local guide just... leans over and quietly tells me about it. "That cabin? Nobody knows who built it. It's not on any map. But people keep seeing lights inside. Like someone's always there."

I run a horror blog. I collect real-incident scary stories. So obviously I IMMEDIATELY rented a car.

Followed the guide's directions up into the snowy mountain roads. Around 4pm GPS cuts out. Phone signal gone. The snow gets deeper and deeper and then between these huge old trees I see it.

Small wooden cabin. Every window shut. No smoke from the chimney.

But there were fresh footprints right in front of the door.

I went in. Empty inside, but weirdly warm?? The fireplace looked like someone had put it out not long ago. Two mugs sitting on the table.

Something felt wrong.

I pulled out my camera to take photos and that's when I heard it. Coming from the wall. Knock knock knock. Like something tapping from inside the wall.

First I thought animal. But it got clearer. and clearer. and then it changed into this scratching sound, like fingernails dragging across wood.

The lights started flickering.

I went to leave. Door wouldn't open.

And then this old picture frame next to the fireplace just FALLS OFF THE WALL. And behind it, carved into the wood with nails.

"When the sound stops... you have to go in instead."

My heart actually stopped. I'm not being dramatic.

And at that exact moment the knocking. stopped.

I kicked the door so hard. like feral panic energy I didn't know I had. It opened. I ran out into the snow and didn't stop.

The whole way back to my car I felt someone watching me. And once, just once, I heard something call my name. Clear as anything.

When I got back to the city I checked my footage.

I was alone the whole time. I know I was alone.

But at the very end of the recording, there's someone walking out of the cabin door.

The face was mine.