This reminds me of a story. My grandpa lived in Roslyn, South Dakota for his entire life. He became good friends with Ed Nilson. Ed had a big old house that was the talk of the town. Mostly because no nobody had seen the inside since his mother's funeral. Any maybe because he didn't have any electricity and running water...anyway, Ed had given Nord (my grandpa) permission to use a ladder to climb into his house if anything would happen. A few months (or was it years) later Ed went missing. After a week, Nord set up the ladder and climbed up to a window.
To Ed's surprise he found himself starring at Nord's face looking at him through the window. He was just recuperating from a cold.
That ladder is still there.