A while ago I wrote an article about my adventure of investigating , with a bunch of my family members, the legendary Mt Misery Road here on Long Island , New York.
The road is known for being haunted by way of being a place with lots of old history including being the location of a civil war Hospital among other things.
For years people have been claiming to see ghosts along the road especially around the area of a very old cemetery
A handful of relatives and I decided to take a trip along this road about a year or so ago and found it to be very interesting. The road is located in the middle of a very busy part of Long Island however stands out like a throbbing sore thumb as soon as you travel for a few minutes down the road and away from civilization.
The area of this road has been preserved by old homesteads that have become locked in time. The road and those around it are narrow country roads lined with lots of open land belonging to the old houses that make up the area. There is a great deal of state owned property mixed in along the road making it very desolate and blocked from what the rest of Long Island has grown to be.
Traveling down this road is like stepping back 200 years in history. Not only is it locked in a time warp it is also a very bleak eerie place that without question made my skin crawl. I did not enjoy my trip to this road or the area around it , in fact I could not wait to leave .
My family and I did not see anything we found ghostly during our first visit to Mt Misery Road and decided to track back to look at the old homestead of Walt Whitman in the area. When we reached the house we pulled over off the road to look in at the house and grounds.
This was when two odd things occurred. While looking at the house we heard an old time train whistle coming from the large state own preserve across from the house. My brother was in the back seat and commented that there were no train lines in the area. We all thought it was odd but knew there could have been many reasons for hearing it including the fact someone in the area may own an old train whistle and uses it to call in kids or to announce the time. People do this kind of thing when living in a open country area.
The second thing to occur is a bit more confusing. As my car full of family were all looking to the right side of the car towards the old homestead , I could feel something on my left and turned towards the driver’s window where I was sitting. There right in front of my face an Asian man in a small black vehicle had driven right up to my window and was screaming at me. I did not hear him I watched him. His mouth was moving and his hands were over his head just raging at me. I was stunned and said to the others in the car ” What the ..?.”
I looked quickly towards my family sitting with me in the car to get their attention . It could have only been a second or two. I turned back to look at this crazy man to see only the back end of his car quickly pulling away.
Again I turned to the others in the car asking if they had just seen that? My partner in life was sitting next to me in the front in the passenger seat. He told me he saw the end of a dark vehicle driving off but nothing else. I tried to look in my mirrors to see where the man went. From where I was parked it was impossible to see down the road.
I pulled away and did a U turn to see if I could see where this odd man went. The road was empty in both directions . We decided to ride down the road as it was impossible for his car to disappear from sight that quickly. We concluded he pulled in to a driveway.
The man had no reason to be screaming at me as we were completely pulled off of the road and not blocking his passage. His rage was strange so we wanted to see if he was a local who lived on the road and angry at our tourist behavior in his community
It became apparent once we started driving down the road that this man did not pull in to a close driveway or another homestead as there were none. We drove up and down the road trying to figure out where this man disappeared to in his little black car who was screaming at us without sound or reason. I will never forget his rage or how although yelling at us we heard nothing.
That event cured my need to visit Mt Misery Road. . I found the area depressing and the event with this strange man uncomfortable . I wrote about the event and forgot about it.
One of my sisters and her husband both work in medicine. They are science minded people who until proven otherwise keep a rather skeptical view of things considered unknown.
She told me once about a year ago that every now and then they use Mt Misery Road as a short cut across Long Island to travel from the North to the South Shore. She told me it was very unusual due to the fact it is like stepping back in history and time and she was captivated to have a living view of what life was like a few hundred years ago.
She did not mention this road to me since she told me that and I thought nothing about it – until recently.
My sister called me and told me she had a very strange experience with her husband driving along Mt Misery Road. She told me they were slowly making their way along the road as it was very overgrown in areas and the foliage was overtaking some of the already narrow passage the cars had to travel along the old road.
My sister told me her husband had her pull off the road along the state land as a large branch was blocking most of the road and her husband felt it made for a dangerous obstacle and wanted to hop out and throw it back in to the woods.
She said her husband was in the process of tossing the old limb back into the wooded area along the side of the road when out of nowhere ahead of them about 40 or 50 feet down the road an Asian man appeared in the middle of the road. He was shirtless with black pants on. He was waving his arms at them and appeared to be angry with them.
My brother in law was a bit stunned for a second and stood and looked at the man. He put up his hands in a no problem gesture and yelled down to the man ” I do not want any problems buddy – just clearing the road. We are leaving now”.
My sister’s husband got back in the car and told my sister to lock the doors and to keep driving. My sister hesitated for a moment as the man was ahead of them and frankly he frightened her.
The Asian man walked to the side of the street . Her husband thought he went back up his driveway and told her to simply stay in the middle of the road and drive on. He wanted to leave the area as to not upset the man any further. Obviously he was not completely normal or he would not be shirtless or yelling in the road.
My sister started the car and gunned it down the road. They drove past the area the man was standing only to find congested woods on both sides of the road. They kept driving but did not come to another driveway or street for about a half of a mile . They were confused about what they saw and found a police care once they drove back to the populated area and told him what had happened.
Of course the police were not interested but did agree to drive down the road to see if the man was harassing cars and drivers.
We have no idea if he did go or if he did find anyone or anything. I found their experience as odd as our own and think that Mt Misery Road has yet another strange ghostly inhabitant protecting the area.
I told the story of what happened to my sister and her husband to my brother who is visiting me for the summer. He wanted to take a trip over to that area to take some pictures of the old homesteads and history that is part of the area. I had little interest in returning but agreed to take a quick ride down the road so he could take his photos but told him anything at all odd and we were out of there.
The road remained as I had last seen it locked in the past and for me bleak and eerie. I do not like being there at all.
My brother took the photos he wanted and we were leaving the area when he was drawn to a very old house that was abandoned sitting along the side of the road. He insisted I stop the car and we both got out of the car and stood directly in front of the old place.
I stood looking clearly at it and did not see anyone or anything around. It was extremely quiet around the old house. I noticed I did not even hear birds or the normal sounds of summer while I stood in front of the house. I did not like the house and it made me extremely uncomfortable.
My brother was captivated by the old place and kept taking photos of it. I finally felt so creepy at this old place that I got in the car and threatened to leave my brother there if he did not get in the car with me. He agreed the place had a bad feel and jumped in the car when I started to drive away.
Days went by before my brother decided to load his photos into his computer. When he did he sent me a few photos with this question ” What is that in the upstairs window? Did you see anything when you were standing there?”
I looked at his photos and quickly saw what he was questioning. There in one photo is how the house appeared to me when I was standing in front of it. I walked with my brother and stood next to him when he took the second photo which in time were only about 15 seconds apart when he took them. I was looking at the house carefully both times and did not see anything.
It may be nothing however on the one photo it clearly looks like something is in the window second to the right on the second floor of this old house. I have no idea why this looks as it does. My brother does not think it is a trick of the light . I have no idea what to think. I will tell you I have no intentions of going back to find out.
Photos taken that day with one below showing odd shape in second floor window that was not there seconds before.
My brother wants to return to take careful photos to see if he can capture anything else. I told him he is on his own . All I can say is that things are very odd on Mt Misery Road and I guess that is why is has the reputation as the most haunted road on Long Island.
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I was 16 years old and had my junior driver’s license, which meant I could driveuntil dark. It was summer and dusk came late–around 9 o’clock. When we planned our days well and were lucky enough, we would arrange with the 18 year-olds who had full licenses to follow us home to drop off our cars before nightfall. They would then take us out in their cars for the rest of the night.
On a typical evening we would all hang out at the McDonald’s in town. As dusk approached we would try to find the 18 year-olds willing to follow us home before the night took hold and the police sorted us out. Anyone caught driving with a junior license after nightfall would lose his or her driving rights altogether. Consequently, the hours between 7 o’clock and 9 o’clock became critically important each evening. If we did not have our “after nine” pals lined up by then, we were home for the night by nightfall.
It was a Saturday night. My parents were off visiting my grandparents. I was allowed to drive my mother’s convertible around with my pals until nightfall. I was to return the car to our house by 8:45-or else.
I was out with my two friends, Sally and Sara. We were hanging out with our other pals at McDonald’s. My friend Sally’s older brother agreed to pick us up at my house at 10 o’clock that night–after I had taken my mom’s car home. He agreed to take us for pizza in town. It was a big deal to us at the time as my friend’s brother was a 20 year-old. Being seen at the pizza place with him was a feather in our 16-year-old caps.
Time came for us to take the car home and so we headed to my house to meet Sally’s brother. I drove the car home and parked it in the driveway in front of the house.. We all rushed to my front door as a few hours of cola drinking at McDonald’s left us all in urgent need of the bathroom. The three of us ran to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and laughed as we yelled at each other to hurry up and swore off all additional cola drinking during future McDonald’s visits. I was last in line and rushed into the bathroom as my two friends stood brushing their hair in the mirror.
My friend Sally stood straight up, turned completely white and said to Sara and me, “I have a horrid feeling–we are not alone in the house. I think I heard something.” We all froze and listened. I thought I heard a sort of bump, too. I stood up and said, “Let’s get out of here!” The three of us blasted through the bathroom doorway, down the hallway, and out the front door. I slammed the door and locked it. Luckily, I had placed my keys into my pocket but I left my pocketbook inside the house. We ran to the car and I backed it into the street. We quickly closed the convertible top and locked all the car doors. We were all in the front seat. We sat there terrified. I could feel my heart pounding with a fear I knew was real and warranted.
After a few minutes we thought maybe we were just suffering from “boogie-man” syndrome. I thought I should at least go back inside and get my pocketbook. Then I could call my parents and have my license and money with me as well. I was getting out of the car to go back to the house when something caught my eye.
I lifted myself from the driver’s seat and stepped outside the car, I thought I saw the front porch light flicker. My friend Sara stood beside me in the street as we looked up at the house. We watched as the light over the front door turned on and off-again and again. I felt a fear I had never before known. Somebody was definitely inside the house and playing with us as well.
We jumped back into the car and locked the doors again. I started the car so we could go call the police and my parents. As I turned the ignition key with my trembling hand, I continued to watch this person inside our house proceeding to light up the living room. As we pulled away, my friend Sally said, “Oh God, he is in your room! He turned on your light!” I felt sick and angry all at once, knowing as I drove for help that someone was in my home, intentionally toying with us.
We reached the end of my street just as my friend’s brother turned the corner on his way to pick us up. I blew the horn and told him to pull over. We all started screaming at once. He had brought two of his football pals with him and so we all decided to return to the house for one more look. We both parked in the street and everyone watched as lights inside the house kept switching on and off every few seconds–first the kitchen, then the den, and then over to the living room. The front porch light was apparently turned on and off every time this intruder passed the switch inside. The boys watched this taking place and clearly felt the same fear we did. My friend’s brother decided we needed to call the police. He sent one of his friends in his car to call 911. We stayed locked in my mother’s car–the three of us girls, Sally’s brother, and Sally’s brother’s friend.
I decided to keep the motor running. At this point I was scared out of my mind. We watched as the light show continued. We sat silently waiting. The air was still. The only sounds we heard were the light chirping of summer crickets and the light hum of the car motor. Nobody said a word. We all knew we were being watched by and played with by some type of madman. Sally finally broke the silence. She said, “Thank God you did not go back into that house.” I just sat frozen, ready to drive away if I needed to.
We sat there for what seemed an awfully long time but in truth was only a few minutes. I was very fearful this person in my house would leave before the police arrived. We sat anxiously as the seconds ticked away and occupied ourselves by watching lights turning on–and now staying on–throughout the house. Soon the house looked like a barn fire on a dark beach as every light appeared to be on–including outside floodlights and driveway spotlights. We again sat silently, watching. Suddenly from deep inside the house came this animal-like, wild growling scream. I will never forget this non-human screaming until the day I die.
As this thing screamed it must have been pounding on the backside of the front door or a front wall. The house echoed this wild animal like screaming and muffled banging with such force I began to shake and cry. My friend’s brother touched my shoulder from the back seat with his hand and said, “We need to leave. This is way too much for us to handle.”
I was shaking so much I could barely place the car into gear. We started down the road but had rolled only a few yards when our friend returned with a police car following right behind him.
Coincidentally, my parents were turning the corner right behind the police car. I stopped my car and waited until the policeman was standing just outside my car door. I rolled down the window and then we all started to tell him what was happening.
The policeman looked up at the house to see the last of the light changes occurring. While the policeman stood looking at the house the creature inside let out one last howling scream. The policeman reached for his side arm and whispered “Mother of God” My parents ran to the side of our car and the policeman asked my father for the keys to the house. He then withdrew his gun, called for backup and started up the driveway toward the front door.
Before the policeman unlocked the front door, another policeman arrived. He ran to the front door to aid the first policeman and they entered the house together. We all stood outside watching as the policemen made their way through our house-this now eerie-looking building we girls had been giggling in just moments before. It again seemed as if a very long time passed-maybe ten to fifteen minutes–then one of the policemen called my father to the house.
Again they seemed to be searching the house-this time all three of them. My dad eventually returned to the rest of us, still standing by the cars, and told my friend’s brother to take all the kids directly home and to lock his car doors and not stop for anyone or anything.
As my friends drove away, my dad told my mother and me to get back into the car. He got into the car with us and quickly locked all the doors. He then told my mother and me the policemen discovered the back door had been ripped open. He said the person who broke in had taken some of our clothing and makeup and thrown it around the house. My dad then looked at my mother in a way that told me there was something more he was not saying.
By this time there were many police cars around the neighborhood. I saw two policemen with a dog searching the neighbors’ yard closest to our house. My friend Kim lived there with her family. We sat in the locked car for a long time. Both of my parents were upset and I was scared to death.
Finally a policeman appeared at our front door and motioned for my father to come back inside the house. My dad left us locked inside the car and did as the policeman directed. My dad talked with the policemen for a few minutes and then motioned for my mother and me to come inside the house as well. When my mother and I walked into the house, one policeman and my dad took my mother by the arm to show her something down the hallway while another policeman tried to distract me in the living room. I wanted to stay with my parents and so I started to walk toward the bedroom area where they had gone when my mom let out a horrible scream and burst into tears. I took off in a full run to where my parents were standing.
They were in my bedroom. I walked into the bedroom myself and saw my parents looking behind my open closet door. The policeman was looking behind the door as well. I leaned forward and pushed the closet door closed in order to see what they were looking at in the space behind it.
On my bedroom floor, no longer hidden by the closet door, sat a little wooden chair my dad normally kept in his office behind the garage. Draped over the chair, as if someone had been sitting there holding it in his hand, was a long piece of brand new rope. It looked as if someone had just let it slip from his hands as he stood up to leave. On the floor beside the chair were a long sharp carving knife from the kitchen and some matches. My makeup had been used to paint strange marks and symbols on my bedroom wall. My nightgown was torn and thrown into the wastebasket next to my desk. On my bed was an outline where something had laid on it and left an imprint. Across my headboard on the wall were long claw marks where something had torn into the wall. I also noticed a putrid order lingering in the house. I took it all in despite my paralyzing terror and then I looked one more time at the little chair and rope no longer hidden by the closet door.. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. My mom, crying, came in after me. I knew I had missed losing my life that night by the mere luck of my friends needing to use the bathroom. If I had entered the house alone, my life surely would have been taken. The question was, but by what?
It was a big deal that night. The police stayed with us for hours. They did not pretend the incident was just a robbery or some silly kid staging a prank. I knew clearly, as they did, that I had barely escaped a cruel and untimely death. Police searched the area for hours that night. They scanned the house for fingerprints and took great care in recording the details of all we had seen and heard.
The police talked to my dad before leaving and told him they knew of another incident in the area with similar details. A woman had been lured into her basement by the unexpected sound of her washer and dryer running. She also heard the horrid screams of this vile intruder and ran for help. It was not the first time they had to deal with this, and we could tell the police were both concerned and frightened.
I slept on the floor in my parents’ bedroom that night. In fact, I slept on their bedroom floor until my dad fitted all the windows and doors of the house with either heavy-duty locks or steel bars. I refused to go outside by myself or drive anywhere in the car alone. I was terrified.
We were sitting at the kitchen table when he finally came back. I could tell by one look at my dad’s face something once again was terribly wrong.
My father sat down and told us that my friend Kim had been sitting in the family room watching TV. She was home with her mother and little brother, sitting on the couch beneath the family room window, when something from outside the house grabbed the window–frame and all–and ripped it right out of the side of the house. I could not understand what he was telling me. I asked my father what he was talking about. He repeated–someone or something with incredible strength grabbed the window frame and ripped the entire thing out of the wall of the house. Kim jumped up screaming as a long greenish gray snake like arm swatted for her from outside the window shell. Kim claimed she felt what seemed like a claw skim across her neck. Her mother heard all the noise from another room. She grabbed her husband’s loaded rifle and ran into the family room where she saw the window ripped out of the wall and this arm reaching for Kim. By this time Kim was on the other side of the room screaming. Her mother took aim and fired at the space where the window had been. She could not tell whether she hit it. What ever it was ran away howling that same angered non-human scream when she fired the gun.
Once again the police searched the area. Dogs were used. Police cars covered the streets. Once again this creature escaped. I remained terrified the rest of that summer. I refused to leave the house without another family member accompanying me. I refused to drive alone in my car. I never stayed home alone and progressed only as far as sleeping in my bedroom with the door open-provided my brother (who was home from college on summer breaks) or my parents kept a bedroom door open as well.
I went away to school the following year. I would never again spend time alone in that house. If my family went away, I would go out too and stay out until they returned. I never again felt safe in that house.
As far as I know, whatever entered our house that summer night was never caught or identified. I do know he or “it” intended to tie me up and hurt me. I do know he or “it” had little fear and enjoyed terrifying us that night. I also know he or “it” was beast-like and far from human given its loud haunting screams, incredible physical strength, reptile like skin and putrid smell. I do know the monster that ripped the window and frame out of Kim’s wall was the same monster that intended and tried to kill me.
I am thankful I ran out of the house that night, that I did not go home alone, and that my friends were there with me to help me think things through. Sometimes our fate is just a slight degree from being something we can or cannot survive.
That night fate gave me a helping hand. Many a day since I have pondered how lucky I was to survive that horrifying period. It haunts me still as I continue to wonder what type of creature I could have faced alone that night. We all often wonder from where did it come? And where did it go? I often think about this experience as one of the greatest mysteries of my life.
Remember; always be careful out there. One never knows what lurks behind the closet door!
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