Encounter Washington Rock Monument
From: Kathy Taylor
Story type: Ghost
Location: New Jersey
Source: Form Submission
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Nearby where I live is a small park called Washing ton Rock Monument. It sits on
the side of a hill, and when on the edge of the park, you can look over the
nearby towns. It?s a pretty cool place to go and hang out, which is what my
friends and I used to do, but up until the summer of ?92, we only had been there
during the day.
I remember meeting up with my friends one night, and they were all a bit freaked
out. When questioned they said they had been to the park just before, while it
was dark, and felt something "very bad" there. When further pressed, one guy,
who claimed to be very sensitive to these type of things, said that he had felt
a strong, evil presence on the right side (when facing out off the mountain) of
the woods. He said that it was incredible strong, so much so that his head ached
from its force, and that it not only wanted them out of there, but also wanted
them hurt. He had also heard stories that a group of cultists used to use the
areas for their not so nice ceremonies.
Now, I knew my friends were not lying, per se, but, being the skeptic that I am,
I had a hard time believing things were quite that bad. So, another group of us
decided to check things out the next night. Only a few of us had heard the
story. I went there with a very analytical attitude, as I know that lots of
times when people hear that things were haunted, or "weird" they almost always
pysche themselves into believing it also, even if nothing every happened in the
first place.
So I climbed on top of the namesake rock and just sort of sat and "listened" I
thought I felt something on the left side of the park, but put it down to
imagination. Slowly I started to feel as if we were being watched. Then, my
boyfriend at the time, suddenly felt very weird and wanted to leave NOW. As the
others were still goofing around, I escorted him to the far edge of the park
where our cars were. As I turned around to look back for my other friends, I
noticed something very strange about the park. I can't exactly explain how, but
the whole place looked darker, more sinister. The shadows near the tress seemed
to have moved, some of the trees themselves were giving out a strange feel to
them, and I noticed dips in the ground that I didn't remember being there when I
just walked over it. I started walking back towards the others intending on
letting them know we were going to leave.
As I started to walk, the feeling of being watched became even stronger, in
fact, I felt that I could peer enough, I would actually be able to see a set of
enormous eyes watching me. About half way to the others, I "knew" something
there wanted us to leave. It was almost as if the words had been spoken inside
my head. I stopped walking, and called to my then-roommate, who didn't argue
with me, and got everyone else to leave. I don't know what was there, or why, or
if even there really was. Maybe I just convinced myself that there would be.
But, a few things from my experience were different from the people who first
told us of these things.
First: all the feelings and impressions I was receiving was definately coming
from the left side of the park, with the right side being dead, so to speak. My
sensitive friend insists that his feeling was from the right side.
Second: The feeling I had wasn't that we were in danger, that something wanted
to hurt us, I just very strongly felt that something was observing us, and then
decided that it didn't want us there anymore. That it most DEFINATELY did not
want us there anymore, and it picked me to convey this message.
I didn't feel fear, just urgency, and out leaving at that point was more a
matter of respect for me than anything else. Although I'll admit, I was a bit
nervous about what I would feel, or would happen, if we didn't leave then.
Also a final note, my sister, who was there with us also, mentioned to me later
that about the time that I had walked my boyfriend back to the car area, had
started to feel nervous, and for some reason put her hand around the crystal
that she was wearing around her neck (I don't recall which type it was), and
that right before I told everyone to leave, it got really warm, more so than it
would have with normal hand held heat. I'm not sure what that means either, and
as I wasn't wearing any jewelry at the time, I can't really vouch for what it
felt like.
I haven't been back to the rock since, just haven't had the time. Brian, who was
my boyfriend, flatly refuses to go ever again, and none of the rest are really
interested. I've recently met someone who is interested in checking it out, so I
will probably head there again soon. If anything a little bizarre happens again,
I let you know.
