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Chapter 1: What is the episode about?
It was the fall of 2009, and I was 16 years old at the time. I lived in the central part of North Carolina. Nowadays, the cities are loaded with things to do for the Halloween season. But back then, the best form of entertainment I could come up with was visiting the Devil's Tramping Ground with a few friends. The Devil's Tramping Ground is a local legend.
Chapter 2: What is the Devil's Tramping Ground legend?
It sits right outside Siler City in North Carolina. about an hour away from where i lived and i had just gotten my license so why not for those unfamiliar with the locale or its legend the devil's tramping ground is a perfectly circular patch of dead soil in the middle of the woods despite the surrounding greenery nothing grows in that circle
Chapter 3: What eerie experiences happened at Devil's Tramping Ground?
legend says that if you drop or leave anything in the circle it's moved or disappears by morning as the devil supposedly comes here late at night to plot his evil doings against humanity pacing in a circle as he thinks that's the gist but feel free to research it it's a decent read
Chapter 4: What unsettling encounter occurred during the camping trip?
Siler City is a sticks-and-barns town with long, barren roads that practically scream, don't stop until you get the hell out of here. It was on one of those roads that I began to feel uneasy. Rural areas always have that heavy Twilight Zone energy, and the road we were on, conveniently named Devil's Tramping Ground RD, was entirely unlit.
the only illumination for the cracked asphalt was the fading yellow headlights of my two thousand two mercury cougar and the faint glow of a crescent moon in those dim lights we started to see graffiti splattered on the road leading up to the place creepy warnings i didn't expect
and never realized the impact of until i saw them in white paint the road was marked with crude messages the one i remember most said the devil lives here and a huge white cross stood in front of an opening in the forest i parked on the side of the road the grounds itself wasn't as creepy as i'd expected it wasn't very deep into the woods in fact the clearing was visible from the road it wasn't as menacing as i'd imagined
maybe it was the empty beer cans and red solo cups scattered around obviously people partied there or maybe it was the jokes my friends and i started cracking almost immediately but at around two a m we wanted to catch lucifer at his hour I felt less on edge than I had on the road.
My flashlight beam seemed to vanish if I aimed it upward, so I kept it pointed at the soil, genuinely more interested in finding something paranormal than my friends were. There were four of us total. After a while two of my friends went back to the car. It was cold and not much was happening. I stayed behind with one friend.
I had brought a ziplock bag along with a pocket bible, a rosary in my pocket just in case, and a stuffed rabbit given to me by one of my best friends. Before leaving, I scooped some of the dead soil into the ziplock
curious to see if studying it later might provide a clue alien radiation climate change sulphur maybe the devil was just busy that night between joking and complaining about the cold we suddenly heard someone walking in the depths of the woods This wasn't a vague noise. This was a definite, heavy step. The sound came from behind the brush, among the trees, and it was unashamed of being heard.
That was the first time I noticed there were no crickets or any other sounds at all. It was just us and these footsteps. I was even more reluctant to lift my small flashlight, which was tucked under my arm and pointed at my soil sample. My eyes had already adjusted to the dark, so we stood there, and I could make out the shape of something in the woods. It was dark, but I could see it.
Tall, but not freakishly tall, human-shaped, walking on two feet. It would walk, then stop, then walk again, moving in our direction, I think. We were petrified, not moving or breathing. I was so afraid I felt numb, though I trembled a little. We just stared. Later, we'd talk about how we both wondered if it saw us, and how we didn't want to move in case it hadn't.
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Chapter 5: What strange events took place on Rock Island?
i think i was so paralyzed with fear that i felt nothing but numbness wasn't even cold anymore but once i felt my friend's hand i dropped everything in my arms stood up and quickly headed back to the car i didn't run outright but it was a very hurried walk I just assumed my friend was right behind me. To be honest, I didn't think much about it at the time. I was too ready to leave.
I took off into the trees instead of following the clear path, heading toward the yellow glow of the headlights. Although the road was close by, it felt like an agonizingly long distance, enough for the small branches to scrape and cut my hands, cheeks, and neck. This whole ordeal couldn't have lasted very long.
When I got back to my car, the keys were already in the ignition, the other two had turned on the heat, and they asked what had happened. My friend who stayed behind with me got in the passenger seat soon after, and we took off. The two in the car pointed out that our eyes were swollen and bright red. I think we had been crying without realizing it, or at least it looked that way.
In the rearview mirror, I saw my pupils were abnormally large, and my eyelids were puffy, tender, and red. Maybe it was just fear combined with the darkness, but it was still unsettling. I realized later I'd left my Bible, my stuffed rabbit, and my Ziploc bag of dirt in the circle. I thought about going back the next day when it was light out, but I never did.
I still wonder and worry about who might have my things now. Rock Island is a state park located at the tip of Door County, Wisconsin, on Lake Michigan. It's a difficult place to get to. To reach the island, you have to take a car ferry from Ellison Bay to Washington Island, drive across Washington Island to Jackson Harbor, then take a pedestrian-only ferry to Rock Island.
No vehicles or bikes are allowed on Rock Island. Even though the island is relatively small, about 975 acres, it has an interesting history. In the early 1600s, it was inhabited by a tribe of Potawatomi Native Americans as well as a small fishing village of European settlers.
the two groups did not trust each other and had a few bad encounters that almost led to violence but for the most part they lived peacefully together by the sixteen forties the pottawatomie had migrated to other parts of wisconsin shortly after the pottawatomie left the island some settlers from the fishing village reported seeing a new group of people there
they seemed to be more white settlers but they wore strange clothes and kept to themselves no one from the fishing village was ever able to speak with these newcomers or even find where they were living it was around this time that strange things started happening in the village several animals possibly pigs or chickens kept by the settlers were found slaughtered and it seemed their blood had been used to make markings on some of the buildings
On a different night, a building used for preserving meat burned down. The villagers believed these acts were done by the new people on the island and searched thoroughly, including the wooded inland area, but never found a single person. These strange occurrences seemed to stop soon after the search, and none of the other newcomers were ever seen again.
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Chapter 6: What did the camper experience at night?
In 1845, after eight years of relative solitude, an inspector visited Corbin at the lighthouse. While Corbin was fulfilling his duties, the inspector noted he was acting strangely. The official report says the inspector ordered Corbin to take a 25-day leave of absence to find a wife to live with him.
However, some believe the inspector was startled by Corbin's mental state, brought on by years of solitude.
and thought it best for him to spend some time away from the island in eighteen fifty two corbin reportedly fell ill and died that december in the lighthouse he was buried in a small cemetery just south of the lighthouse the next lighthouse keeper also reported a surprisingly quick deterioration of the lighthouse
Friends who visited him said he spoke of seeing strange things in the house at night, but he wouldn't elaborate. In 1858, after only 22 years of service, the original lighthouse was torn down and a new one was built. From that point on, lighthouse keepers were required to have an assistant keeper or a family living with them.
No further strange occurrences were noted in the lighthouse logbook, outside of strong storms and occasional shipwrecks, except on January 20, 1876. The keeper at the time, named Betts, reported seeing two men attempting to row to the mainland from Washington Island. A terrible storm came up shortly after their departure. and they never reached their destination.
Over three months later, on May 3, 1876, Betts wrote, The two men who were lost last January have been seen several times, once from Caney Lighthouse and once from Jacksonport. The men were apparently frozen stiff and sitting upright in the boat among a mass of ice. At last account they were still adrift. There is not much hope that they will be found and buried.
By 1900, most of Rock Island's inhabitants left for better fishing areas on Lake Michigan. In 1910, a successful business owner and inventor, Chester Thorderson, purchased all of the island except for the land occupied by the lighthouse in the north. He used the island as a private summer retreat from his business in Chicago.
thorderson is responsible for the unique and mystifying buildings and structures that are still on the island today on the south end he built a giant stone hall with a boathouse on the lower level a stone water tower was built on the east side of the island and an imposing wooden gate was constructed on the west end
the great hall was used to store thorderson's immense book collection he had over eleven thousand books and it's rumored he possessed some very rare books on the occult thorderson died of heart failure on january sixth nineteen forty five though some have speculated he saw something that scared him to death
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Chapter 7: What ominous warning was given about Rock Island?
My first thought was, that's odd, because there isn't really a proper trail there. Then I assumed something must be wrong and this person needed help. As they got a bit closer, I thought it might be a woman in loose gray clothes, maybe a hoodie, but the person was still too far away to see details.
I quickly stood up from my crouching position, and just then, I heard that high-pitched squeal again. It was behind me, much closer this time. Startled, I turned around and scanned the trees for a few seconds but didn't see or hear anything. I turned back around, knowing the runner must be getting close, but now they were gone. I stood there, scanning the trees but saw no one.
I was confused and froze for a few seconds. It was very strange, but I reasoned that it was just a fellow camper from Site C or D, maybe running to the pit toilet that was a couple hundred yards west of the sites. I tried to forget about it, but it bothered me. I really did not like that squeal and it gave me a strange feeling. I forced myself to let it go and started my fire.
I had a quick meal and a couple of adult beverages, then decided to take a short walk. I hadn't seen sites C or D yet, so I thought I would check them out and see if anyone was camping nearby. Site D was empty. I saw the path that led from that site to the main trail and pit toilet, which made me less uneasy about the runner. I figured it was someone from Site C who took a weird path.
It still didn't make perfect sense, since I should have seen them, but it made me feel better. I continued to Site C and saw there was a tent set up. I didn't want to bother anyone, but I decided to introduce myself as a neighbor from Site E to see if anyone looked like the person I'd seen running. I walked up, and there was a couple sitting at the picnic table. Neither looked like the runner.
I introduced myself. They introduced themselves. They were probably in their mid-thirties, very nice, and both seemed to be quietly drunk. I didn't ask about the runner or the squealing noise, thought it might be weird, so I just wished them a good night and headed back to my tent. When I got back, I had a cigar and a few more drinks. It got dark and it started as a perfect night.
The sky was clear and the stars were brilliant. I felt better about the day and decided to get some sleep. It had been a long day, so I fell asleep almost immediately. Around 2.30 am, I was woken by a huge boom of thunder. It started pouring. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped. I love camping in the rain but not in a lightning storm. A pretty big storm rolled in and I started to worry.
The wind whipped at my tent and the ground shook from thunder and lightning. I felt very exposed out there in a tent. The storm lasted about an hour before becoming a light, steady drizzle. I was just starting to fall back asleep when I heard the squeal again. I opened my eyes wide in the dark and lay there silently. There was another squeal, louder, and it was pretty close.
I knew there were no truly dangerous animals on Rock Island, deer and porcupines, but no bears or wolves. But that knowledge didn't help. Something about that squeal unsettled me. I call it a squeal because that's the best I can describe it. It sounded like a pig squeal. An injured or angry pig. I kept lying there and then heard footsteps outside my tent.
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Chapter 8: What final thoughts does the narrator share?
i walked to sightsee to ask the couple how they'd fared in the storm but they had already left i was disappointed because i really wanted to ask them if they'd heard the squealing noise the rest of the evening was uneventful i built a fire made some meals had a cigar and some drinks As soon as it got dark, I was ready for bed after the previous night's lack of sleep.
I got in my tent and fell asleep quickly. Maybe three hours later, I woke up suddenly, fully alert. Nothing seemed to have caused me to wake up, but I felt something was wrong. I sat up, and it's hard to explain, but a feeling of complete dread washed over me.
it was unlike anything i've ever felt it felt like there was something in the tent with me and i could sense it was enraged filled with anger and hatred for me it felt like something terrible was about to happen and i was powerless to stop it i started shivering uncontrollably
There was a strong smell of garbage or rotten meat, growing so intense I thought I might vomit, but I was too frozen in fear to move. I had never felt so vulnerable. My mind seemed to accept that whatever was coming, even death, would at least be a relief. Then I blacked out. I assume I passed out because the next thing I remember is waking up around 8am.
When I woke up, I was lying on top of my sleeping bag, not in it, and my legs were in an awkward position, my left leg straight, my right leg bent so my foot was against my left knee. My heart started pounding, but I kept telling myself, it was just a dream, I'm leaving right now. I packed everything quickly and made my way toward the dock to catch the first boat off the island.
Since the first boat from Washington Island doesn't arrive until about 10.30 a.m., I had some time to kill near the Great Hall and dock. I wanted off the island badly but felt a bit calmer being out of the woods and seeing other people. I sat on a bench east of the dock and lit a cigar just to occupy my mind and keep from thinking about the night before.
After a few minutes I was startled by someone behind me saying, Hi. I jumped, embarrassed, and the person came around saying, Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I saw you smoking and came over to ask if you had a lighter. I felt dumb and told him I was just tired from not sleeping well. I handed him my lighter. He thanked me, lit a cigarette, and gave the lighter back.
We started chatting about normal things. He said he was from the Madison area, talked about the storms, and mentioned he was an outdoorsy guy with plans to move to Washington Island. It was a nice, normal conversation that took my mind off the night I'd had. He seemed like a decent person. Then, naturally, he asked which site I'd been staying at. I told him Site E for the last two nights.
He said he usually books Site E, but I must have reserved it before him, so he had booked Site D instead. I was surprised because I'd seen no tent or anything at Site D the two times I passed by. He explained that he comes to the island a few times a year, and while you have to reserve a site, he actually camps in different areas on the island.
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