reply to post by alexbassguy
So here's how it is: I live in York and have been to the forest, though only once. There is interesting evidence with this area, and I feel
enslaved to go back there (as a HUGE believer in the supernatural) to settle a few things.
The myth explains that there was once an asylum circa the post civil war era, that had a few escapees. These unlucky, and probably very crazy people
were unsuccessful and were stopped short of their goal. Roughly two weeks later a fire caught the building and those trapped obviously died within
the building. Those who escaped afterward suffered an almost tragic game of hide and seek, finding that they were further enclosed by the residing 7
Local authorities were told to have their plight and fancy with a near literal, search-and-destroy throughout this forest. The rest of the story
claims that there were no remaining inmates after this effort, being shot and killed on sight, condemned to see the forest that surrounded the asylum
as their ill-fortuned grave.
Now this is what you haven't heard from anyone else, and this is my metaphysical on the area. York around this time was, yes, booming with (fyi
notable most for being the city in which the declaration of independence was signed, before being moved to good ol' Philly) growth. Anyway, in spite
of that, I can see that the location of this asylum was MI-ILES away from the city limits during those days. When the building would have caught fire
(if the legend is true) it is easy to see that no fire department could have trek'd its way to save the foundation--so that part doesn't seem
supernatural, just unfortunate. But the building was located where it was because those inmates were the CRAZY, SERIAL KILLING, INSANOS that the rest
of society felt the urge to ostracize. So of course the asylum was nowhere near the city.
So whatever people who claim its a hoax want to say, the facts are there. Though the asylum was cleaned, and I think that some of the gates were
removed, (I could only count a definitive 4, if I recall) the "gates" that ARE there are MASSIVE MAN MADE CONCRETE BLOCKS which show evident intent
of restricting easy movement. They stand meters thick and are about 15 to 20 feet tall--and in a "deserted" forest, one can only begin to wonder
why else they might be sitting there...
Approaching the area you'll find it eerily enticing to see that on a typical Yorkian spring or summer day, the humidity forges a mist, even if no
other fog blankets the rest of the nearby town. I may be lying about it being a general case but I've been there during the day and night
experiencing this quite a few times. At least it set the mood.
Sadly nothing came of my excursion but a few very creepy coincidences afterward. It kinda just resolved to a fun midnight's rendezvous and nothing
else. Though I have a friend who swears by all things that these things happened to him in there-->
1) Screams were heard throughout the forest, seeming to tempt regression, and were heard within a mile of the first gate.
2) Between the 2nd and 3rd gate he heard footsteps rustling leaves in the forest about 20 to 30 feet to the left of the path. Turning his head and
seeing a silhouette seeming to watch him as it matched its pace with his to the next gate.
3) Within visual distance (on a brightly lit night) another figure seemed to boast with austerity, standing before him, and even with a grin, waved a
sense of "I dare you to make it this far."
He didn't. He ran away after having enough with that place.
Seriously, you may not believe my rendition of his story, but he refuses to go back even with good company.
Oh and one more thing. The magic is rumored to really kick off on the return to the first gate, matching the fateful path of the deranged.
Beware, coincidence happens when its expected; supernatural, when mutually willed.