One day I was working with a friend in a brand new home in Ogden, Utah. We were doing the heating and air conditioning. My friend was checking the furnace and discovered it had a bad transformer, so he left to go get a new one.
While he was gone I continued installing the ductwork. I got an eerie feeling and looked over my shoulder and saw an old woman at the base of the stairs. I figured she was the homeowner. I said "hi" and asked her if she needed anything. She just shook her head "no" and smiled. I went about my business.
Then I felt the same eerie feeling. I looked over my shoulder and, there she was, about five feet from me. I got off my ladder and said, '"can I help you?"
She smiled and, once again, shook her head "no."
Just then I heard my partner pulling around the house. I turned to see where she was and she was already by the base of the stairs, about fifty feet away.
I said, "Are you sure you don't need anything?"
She just looked at me and motioned with her finger for me to come with her. Of course, I said, "no way!"
Then I heard my friend enter the home on the first floor. The old woman again motioned for me to follow her. She was backing toward a crawl space just under the stairs.
I took my eyes off her for a second to try and figure out where my friend was and, as I looked back, I saw the most horrifying old woman with a bony, leathery finger. This time she motioned and spoke.
"Get over here!"
I watched her disappear into the crawl space. That was it - I got out of there fast. Finally my friend joined me and I told him the story. He just laughed.
He told me to stay outside if it would make me feel better - and that's exactly what I did.
I did some research on that area and found out that most of the area had been used as an Indian burial ground. To this day I haven't returned to that site!