Over twenty five years ago, while doing some ghost hunting around the island (an avocation I suddenly dropped after a very frightful experience), I came upon the house on my way to Las Terrenas. It's boxy wooden structure painted white, on the side of the highway, a few kilometers past the cruce de San Francisco de Macorís, on the main highway between Bonao and La Vega. Nobody had pointed out the house to me. There was something unexplainable about the place. I felt it like a very dissagreeable high pitch whine, beyond the audible range. There were people living in the house. I asked them about any unexplained behavior. They conceded that previous occupants had complained about it. However, they had been living in the house less than a months. On my way back, a month later, I noticed the house was boarded up. I've never seen the house occupied again. And after all these years, it looks the same as it did 25 years ago, a dilapidated whitewashed wooden structure.