As we drove along the road we noticed at once how odd the environment seemed to be. I drove to the side of the road. We opened our windows and turned off the car motor. The silence was the immediate thing all four of us noticed. Not a leaf or animal or bird moved. It was dead silence. We drove the car to three or four locations doing the same thing. We wanted to see if we could find a spot that had the normal sounds of a cool fall day. Each time the silence was so severe it made your hair stand on end. Nothing moved or made a sound. It was like being in an oil painting of a 200 year old scene.

While sitting in one location an investigator remarked, “ Funny how it is silent but for that train sound and whistle” All at once the three of us asked “ What train whistle” He looked at us as if we were crazy, “ Don’t you hear that train?” We all quickly replied “No”.

I wanted to pull off the road a bit more and saw a house with a wooden sign listing its history ahead. I pulled over so others could pass to read the sign. It was the house of Walt Whitman’s father. It was a very old building. All of us were looking to the right when out of no where I heard a horn blowing and turned my head to find a man in a car right next to my drivers window. He was but a few inches from my face. He looked oriental, and outraged. He was shaking his fist at me as he drove by our car. I had no idea why he was so angry as there was more than enough room for him to drive by my car. He drove past and I turned to the others and said, “What’s that guys problem?” Without out turning towards me all three remained focused on the house and said things like, “Wave him around” or “Tell him to go around”. I said, “What are you talking about he is gone. He was right here. Didn’t you see him?” They all looked at me perplexed. They did not see him and had no idea what I was talking about. The one investigator who heard the train whistle thought he saw something black out of the corner of his eye, but they never saw the man.

We figured he quickly turned into the driveway next on the road. I felt nervous and decided our trip to this unpleasant road was over.

We then drove to the deserted Kings Park Mental Hospital site. This area is a huge complex built on the most beautiful countryside around Long Island. It is waterfront and the entire place has spectacular views of the Long Island sound.

It is another site that your immediate reaction is to feel uncomfortable and at ill ease. You have a combination of nature in all its beauty dotted with these gloomy cold ominous old brick building with broken barred windows soaked in sadness and despair.

We rode around looking at the buildings. We stopped and took a few pictures of the empty structures and then all agreed we wanted to leave this bleak place.

I felt that the trip was uneventful and was going to leave it at that. I said my goodbyes when we returned to my home as the investigators ended our visit together for the day.

The one-team member, however, stayed. Once the others drove away he turned to me and said. “We have to go back, I heard that train and I want to find it” I looked at him, he was completely serious. So I got back in the car and said. “Get in.”

It was getting late and light would soon be gone so I did not want to waste any time. We drove back to Mt Misery Road. I pulled over where he thought he heard the train a few hours earlier. We rolled down the window and turned off the motor. We sat there in silence listening for no more than five minutes when I heard it. Clearly, as if were next to the road, was the whistle of a train. It was eerie and terrifying. There were no train tracks or trains in that area. I do recall reading a train did bring civil war wounded to a civil war hospital once located on the site. That afternoon however, there was no train!

We rolled up the windows, turned the car around and headed down the winding road carefully. Night was about to fall and the place was dead, dark and disconcerting. I wanted out. I watched as I drove past the Walt Whitman house to see if I could locate a driveway my phantom outraged driver from that afternoon could have driven into. Of course, no driveways were to be found!

A few days passed with life pulling me in ten different directions and I nearly forgot about the photos taken at the deserted Kings Park Hospital Site. I decided to download them into my computer to take a look.

At first glance they seemed to be simple photos of the buildings. I had a magnifying glass on my desk and decided to look at the detail on one of the Georgia style porches on the one building. As I scanned across the wooden porch a piece of a window next to it caught my eye. I looked at it, and the window next to it. I looked again. It appears to have someone or something standing in one of the windows. I know nothing was there when the photo was taken as I got out and carefully looked at that building and its windows when we were there. I cannot explain what looks like a shape of a human standing inside the one large window. I am not an expert on these things however did show it to everyone I could at my office. They all too saw the image.

I have no explanation for the train, the angry man who simply vanished or the image of the person in the dilapidated building. All I can do is report what occurred on our trip to these locations.

I will tell you that there isn’t any way on this earth this woman will ever return to either location. !

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