Mt. Misery Road and Kings Park Hospital
A Paranormal Visitby Chris Holly 
(Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly)
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!
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