Deleware - Old Pike - The Haunted Road
There was an unreasonable amount of travel that slowed the journey’s start off considerably. But the real frustration was actually looking for the haunted road. The directions dumped us off at suburbia and pretty much left us stranded from there. Fortunately one of our three trustees was online and set us on the right path. The road barely needed a sign. It was easily the creepiest road around. Long and twisty. Accounts say that people have heard screams from the surrounding woods and seen eyes peering at them. Things have also been known to chase and/or attack your car as you drive it. And there is a spot where you can hear a baby crying. We scouted the road quickly and then went to eat and search for a Walmart to buy a bunch of general supplies. The search for Walmart had us driving around in circles for hours. Finally I acquired an address from the invoice of a newspapers box, used the zip code on it to find the Walmart and the address to give us directions there. We each bought a knife to commemorate the journey and for further defense against the whatnots. After supplies had been obtained, we made a slight diversion to a cemetery. Being closed, we snuck ourselves to the back of the graveyard and climbed the fence to get in. Once in we proceeded to the center of the grave yard, where Dave assured the spirits we meant them no harm and asked them to appear before us. There were lots of shiny stuff to make us double-take and some weird vibes, though honestly it’s likely they were merely due to the fact we were breaking into a cemetery in the middle of the night. We both continued asking spirits to appear, both nothing happened and we agreed to progress to the haunted road. Upon climbing the fence to leave a dog starting barking at us, making David hurry over the fence. This resulted in a crotch pant tear and a few hand flesh wounds. But no time to delay, onto the haunted road!!!
Before going onto the road, wiped our new blades with holy water and christened them Castor and Pollox. We went to one of the creepier parts of the road and parked, rolling down the windows. Turning on the car radio to a quiet static we sat and listened and looked out. We did this several times in a few locations, eventually shining a flashlight around to inspect....but NOTHING!! To part, we drove the length of the road slowly. With windows still down I took out my flute and began to play, hoping to rouse the spirits but still nothing. I snapped some pictures as Dave drove us out and that was that. So much for the haunted road.
Friday, January 05, 2007
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