Caffeine Chills
The weather played an important role in the night’s adventure. The rain was tapering off and visibility was very good. The cloud cover also made it a bit brighter by reflecting the street light of the area around Route 110. It also helped the sound as the air was clear and dense.
We all meet up at the Dunkin Donuts at the intersection of Route 110 and Chi Chester Street. After we knew the last of the party would be on arriving in about thirty minutes, we finished off our java and headed out. We checked all our flashlights got into the car and plotted our course for Mt. Misery Road.
Driving to our destination progressed perfectly with what we were hoping for, as the closer we got to Mt. Misery Road, the streets became darker and darker. When we got to the intersection of Mt. Misery and Chi Chester we made a left heading south. As we continued, the feeling was getting more eerie, but not scary. One of us commented “imagine if the road just ended?” and thirty seconds later it did with a tree lying across the road. On the other side of the tree a small woods waiting for whoever was brave, or fool, enough to enter alone. This is when I experience one of the quickest three point turns in an SUV.
The haste in which we left the area did not stop us from finding a new set of chills as we drove down a street through what was a day camp. At night this place was a perfect setting for any slasher movie, which is probably why we enjoyed it, at 20 miles per hour with the doors locked and the windows up. When we got to the end of this road we were on Round Swamp Road, followed that to Old Country Road, and came to the south en of Mt. Misery Road. Here we thought for sure, we would come across something sinister, but we were let down by all the huge mansions and new developments. It was time to go back to headquarters for more caffeine and re-group with our back up.
Our back up arrived with his back up studying in the car. After a brief discussion we headed out again retracing our first run to the woods on Mt. Misery Road. Flashes from a camera were emitting from our back-up’s SUV, which should now be called our “escort” as he was leading the trip. When we got to the tree in the road we parked side by side and step out of the cars, flashlights and hi beams at full power. Our brave escort decided to venture into he woods, and with flashlight and camera in hand off he went down the trail. This is when we decided to have a little fun and shut off all the lights on him, but I think it scared us more than him as he was so into his adventure. Nothing really happened to any of us here, no sightings or sensations, just the normal fear of the dark in a strange area. Time to look for trouble somewhere else, and Sweet Hollow Road was the destination.
Sweet Hollow Road is said to be the location of a few urban legends, three of which we eager to experience. The first two revolved around the Northern State overpass. One is that your car would roll backwards up hill; the other is that there have been sightings of ghosts of teen that hung themselves on the overpass. The firs one we knew right away was a myth as we saw the slight incline of the road, highlighted by the rain, as we approached the over pass. We parked on the side of the road and walked through the overpass, with at least three flashlights at full power. One of us was very startled by their own shadow. No sightings except for a grey and white cat staring back at me from the woods. We continued on in search of the third, Mary’s grave, and hopefully ghost.
Approximately a quarter mile south of the overpass we came across a cemetery and of course we stopped in front of it. The cemetery itself was normal looking, but it was the woods across the street that held or fascination, this is where Mary’s grave was supposed to be located. The brave escort was not brave enough to venture into these woods, nor was anyone willing to be his back-up. We took some pictures and off we went, back up Sweet Hollow Road, through the scary at night day camp, to the safety of the street light of Route 110 and Caffeine Central.
After a short mission debriefing we went on our ways back home, I to the comfort of my home, the others to Daniel Road in Massapequa, to the witches’ house. I have not seen or heard from them since.
The weather played an important role in the night’s adventure. The rain was tapering off and visibility was very good. The cloud cover also made it a bit brighter by reflecting the street light of the area around Route 110. It also helped the sound as the air was clear and dense.
We all meet up at the Dunkin Donuts at the intersection of Route 110 and Chi Chester Street. After we knew the last of the party would be on arriving in about thirty minutes, we finished off our java and headed out. We checked all our flashlights got into the car and plotted our course for Mt. Misery Road.
Driving to our destination progressed perfectly with what we were hoping for, as the closer we got to Mt. Misery Road, the streets became darker and darker. When we got to the intersection of Mt. Misery and Chi Chester we made a left heading south. As we continued, the feeling was getting more eerie, but not scary. One of us commented “imagine if the road just ended?” and thirty seconds later it did with a tree lying across the road. On the other side of the tree a small woods waiting for whoever was brave, or fool, enough to enter alone. This is when I experience one of the quickest three point turns in an SUV.
The haste in which we left the area did not stop us from finding a new set of chills as we drove down a street through what was a day camp. At night this place was a perfect setting for any slasher movie, which is probably why we enjoyed it, at 20 miles per hour with the doors locked and the windows up. When we got to the end of this road we were on Round Swamp Road, followed that to Old Country Road, and came to the south en of Mt. Misery Road. Here we thought for sure, we would come across something sinister, but we were let down by all the huge mansions and new developments. It was time to go back to headquarters for more caffeine and re-group with our back up.
Our back up arrived with his back up studying in the car. After a brief discussion we headed out again retracing our first run to the woods on Mt. Misery Road. Flashes from a camera were emitting from our back-up’s SUV, which should now be called our “escort” as he was leading the trip. When we got to the tree in the road we parked side by side and step out of the cars, flashlights and hi beams at full power. Our brave escort decided to venture into he woods, and with flashlight and camera in hand off he went down the trail. This is when we decided to have a little fun and shut off all the lights on him, but I think it scared us more than him as he was so into his adventure. Nothing really happened to any of us here, no sightings or sensations, just the normal fear of the dark in a strange area. Time to look for trouble somewhere else, and Sweet Hollow Road was the destination.
Sweet Hollow Road is said to be the location of a few urban legends, three of which we eager to experience. The first two revolved around the Northern State overpass. One is that your car would roll backwards up hill; the other is that there have been sightings of ghosts of teen that hung themselves on the overpass. The firs one we knew right away was a myth as we saw the slight incline of the road, highlighted by the rain, as we approached the over pass. We parked on the side of the road and walked through the overpass, with at least three flashlights at full power. One of us was very startled by their own shadow. No sightings except for a grey and white cat staring back at me from the woods. We continued on in search of the third, Mary’s grave, and hopefully ghost.
Approximately a quarter mile south of the overpass we came across a cemetery and of course we stopped in front of it. The cemetery itself was normal looking, but it was the woods across the street that held or fascination, this is where Mary’s grave was supposed to be located. The brave escort was not brave enough to venture into these woods, nor was anyone willing to be his back-up. We took some pictures and off we went, back up Sweet Hollow Road, through the scary at night day camp, to the safety of the street light of Route 110 and Caffeine Central.
After a short mission debriefing we went on our ways back home, I to the comfort of my home, the others to Daniel Road in Massapequa, to the witches’ house. I have not seen or heard from them since.
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