Chris Holly spent a great deal of her life building different entrepreneur ventures, however her one true passion has always been writing. Long ago she found it far easier to explain the paranormal by way of a true story told in an interesting form. She lived a life filled with extreme experiences and unique events involving that which we do not understand. She felt it her destiny to tell these true events to the world by way of her short stories. Along with the Endless Journey and The Knight Zone site, Chris is working on a book. "I am doing a collection of short stories about my lifetime of paranormal experiences, which should be complete by the winter of 2009." You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit her website: Endless Journey and The Knight Zone endlessjrny.blogspot.com.
I took a group of four people with me for this investigation. I had a skeptic, a psychic and a non-commented sensitive along with me on this trip. We were armed with cameras and determination to see what the interest is in both of these paranormal locations.
Our first stop was Mt Misery Road in Huntington, New York. To get to this location you drive through the average populated built up areas of Long Island until you are in a more country setting. Following the directions you start to turn off the main roads and wind your way back into the less populated areas of the Island. As we followed the roads deeper into the countryside we finally found ourselves driving along very narrow very country rural looking roads. The area was filled with very old houses along with horse farms and paddocks.
Driving deep into this country area we found ourselves finally on the infamous Mt. Misery Road. It was without question a very odd place. There were no telephone poles or cable lines, no streetlights or signs of 2008 anywhere. It was driving back in time.
As you enter this road you feel as if you ride out of our century and back a few hundred years. The surrounding spotty homes located mostly on one side of this narrow long winding rural road are extremely old. Many had wooden signs giving their history. On the other side of this narrow road stands a heavily wooded nature preserve. We were the only car on the road. It was so isolated we felt as if we were the only people on the planet. The place was strange and uncomfortable.
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.
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