Date: August 12th, 2006
Location: Newburg Maryland
People: Clarke (me), Craig, Luther, Jerry
Time: Between the early hours of 5 am to the late hours of 8 pm for the main story.
Occurrences: Unexplainable. Many questions from this story have not been explained in any other way aside from the paranormal.
Disclaimer: All happenings in this story are real, albeit unexplained, there were 4 witnesses at all times during all events.
'POSTED - No trespassing!' the thin yellow sign you always see pasted to trees with staples, usually for hunting purposes, and sometimes used for private property borders, always such an unfriendly invitation to my curiosity. The forests along the road are plastered with these little yellow signs. The trees are on higher grounds, while the road is downhill. That is to say, if you are on the road, the trees are up the hill, and lined side by side, forming a natural fence with these little yellow squares on them. If you were smart, you'd stay away, but if you were a genius, you'd know it's telling you to pop in. Being the incredibly intelligent man I am, I gathered a few friends to go back there with me, not knowing what we'd find, and not knowing what could possibly happen.
We scheduled to go out at about 5 am, and go into the woods, the nightfall not lifting until around 7 am. We did as planned, not at all concerned by the cold morning air, we ventured off into the woods, past the yellow signs we went, leading to the top where there was a manhole. There were 3 paths going into 3 different directions, each part lined with a thick layer of concrete, the road that had used to be there gone. We started by taking the middle path, going back to find a long concrete-sided road, the soft and moist ground below us making little noise as we ventured on.
At around 6 am, we began to feel a bit unwanted. At first we thought it was because we weren't supposed to be trespassing the area, however, over time, this sense grew a bit overwhelming. After a few hours of walking, we found another manhole, realizing we had come back to the first manhole (the sun finally came up), we went down the left path, all four of us feeling as if we were being watched by something.
11 am (around then) we ended up reaching a point where trees had fallen everywhere, making it hard for us to continue on, the wind began to pick up at an extreme rate, and one of our group members (who happened to be black) thought this was a bad sign. We came to an agreement and decided to ignore it. At around 2 pm, we reached a big stream that had eaten away at the path. We searched around trying to find the other side for a half hour and after finding it, continued on.
This is the part that really makes this story a ghost story... We began hearing footsteps behind us while we walked, and we knew it was none of us because it would go on a bit even after all four of us had stopped. At one point, we broke into a run, stopping after finding an abandoned neighborhood. It was as if it were the result of a town that had been the victim of a bombing. There were roads just like the ones we had trekked on the way there, there were fire hydrants, manholes, broken down cars, housing structures, appliances in the areas where the houses were, and lots of other things still there.
It was as if an entire neighborhood had just vanished. We stayed in that particular area for about 3 hours just searching the area. The only reason we left was because SOMETHING began to make strange noises. At first, you'd think that noises are just branches falling from trees, or animals in the forest just foraging for food. Many reasons run through your head in those situations. Me and my friends named these thoughts; comforting suggestions. Listening, it had sounded as if someone was walking through the woods behind us, but when you hear glass breaking as if someone had thrown a beer bottle on the ground, you KNOW something is up.
We ran in the opposite direction we had come, ultimately leading us into a long run through random paths through the forest. Eventually we took a break, and it got dark. Thankfully we found the road shortly after nightfall, and began walking back home. That's when the noises started getting more and more paranormal.
We heard the glass breaking noise 3 more times, a noise that sounded as if someone had climbed a tree and fell onto the road, turning around to find no one there, a noise that sounded like a sort of shriek, and finally a sound that we eventually agreed sounded like a monkey. Trust me, when you live in Maryland and something makes a dammed monkey sounding noise, you'll get your behind out of there. We ran our behinds back to my house after hearing that, and I don't think any of us have run that fast in our lives before. To this day, we've gone back through 4 times, but we have not been back for about 8 months.
If you would like photos, sound recordings, or would like to ask any questions, please feel free to ask/request them. With enough support, I will be glad to relive the hell that forest is to collect sound recordings and images. Please note that all names used are NOT the original peoples' names. They are false names given for privacy purposes.