It seems as though the people of Tigerton are fond of treasure stories. First is Al Capone's buried treasure, now is a story of a house with a treasure trove of cash hidden within. But this tale also has an element of the supernatural added to it.
Just outside of Tigerton Wisconsin, sits a farm. The Victorian style house is nothing short of a small mansion. Built and owned by a prominent businessman of the tiny community. He and his wife had two children, a son and a daughter, one of which was disabled. At some point in his life, it is said that he hid his fortune somewhere within the structure of the house. The children continued to live there after their parents passed away, living together as a caretaker and invalid, neither marrying. People say that they still have not left the house to this day. After their passing, the house was sold and rented out, never keeping a tenant longer than a couple of months due to the odd disturbances happening. Eventually the house fell vacant and beccame a popular party spot with treasure hunting on the mind. Much of the beautiful inlay flooring and other structures were destroyed in the hunt. The money was never found.
With the permission of the current owner at the time, a friend, her nine year old son and I went to the house. Even in it's run down state, it was a sight to behold. The house never lost it's majesty. We were there for two reasons. One, because I love old houses and was a bit obsessed with touring it. Two, we wanted to see spooks. Her son was interested in the hidden money, but we didn't believe it. If it had been true, somebody should have found it already. The house itself was still surprisingly solid considering all the vandalism and neglect. It actually felt a little welcoming.
After looking through all the rooms on the two main floors, we headed up to the attic. Her son went off on his own (we were too weird for him). It was monstrous and in better shape than the rest of the house. The windows lit it up nicely except in the turret. At the moment we noticed it, we looked at each other and then ran. When we were out of the house, we found her son waiting for us and he was spooked badly and mad at us, "Where were you guys? I couldn't find you so I waited downstairs. I heard you coming down the (servants) stairs and didn't see anybody, so I went to the other stairs and still nobody. I ran out here and waited. There is no way I'm going back in that house".
We were up in the attic.
We then asked each other about what spooked us. Both us felt like we were being watched and that was why we looked at the corner.
I am guessing our imaginations took over since we were raring for it, but her son didn't believe in ghosts. He informed us they were lame. Not so much anymore, poor kid. No money was found, though we walked away with a good story to tell.
As of today, the house has new owners and it has been rebuilt to it's original state. I have heard no more rumors about it's ghostly inhabitants. Maybe they are happy that their home is fixed. I wish I had brought a camera that day so I could have before and after pictures.
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