From Steven:

This story came from a man who stayed at my Grandmothers in the spare building to help Dad look after her just a few short years after my Grandfather died.

She was living alone and my parents came by at different times during the day and evening to look after her.

But the man in this story who told it, was living in the old "Wash House," which has electricity and a bathroom/shower.

One night, as he lay asleep on a mattress, he heard the sound of cracking walnuts.

It was coming from an old stump and sounded as though a hammer was hitting the shells and he turned the light on.

The sound stopped.

He went back to sleep.

The next day he mentioned to my Dad about it and was told that my Grandfather used to sit out there in the winter and crack Walnuts alot to pass the time cause he loved to save them and eat them through the winter.

The man turned white in the face and would not stay in there at night anymore.