Two friends are driving along Devil's Road in southeastern Pennsylvania late at night. They encounter a filthy naked man, who disappears, later replaced by a ram-horned man.
I received the following account:
"I grew up in Delaware County, Pennsylvania which is right on the border of Pennsylvania and Delaware. There's a state park close by, Brandywine State Park, where the famous battle was fought during the Revolutionary War. A small part of that park is known as Beaver Valley. From satanic cults to a town full of little people, the number of conspiracies surrounding the place can lead you down quite a rabbit hole. Some people used it as a shortcut when Naamans Road was backed up but never at night and never on any of the roads that supposedly harbored evil spirits.
Well, one night after getting out of work at around 11 o'clock I was feeling adventurous. I called my friend Alan to see if he wanted to check the place out with me. He agreed and within a half hour I had picked him up and we were on our way. The park is large and there are multiple roads leading into and out of it. Navigating it can be a little confusing and cell phone service stinks so GPS apps don't always work. Alan said he knew his way around but I didn't really believe him. It didn't matter since I didn't have anything else to do this late at night.
Anyway, so driving through the outskirts of the park was a little creepy. A few people lived back there but there were no street lights at all. The only illumination we had was being cast by my car's headlights. The roads rose and fell and curved often, sometimes sharply, so I had to give driving my full attention. Eventually, we found what we were looking for. 'Devil's Road' (Cossart Road). It's called this because of the way that the trees grow along the road and that they all curve away from the road as if they're trying to uproot and escape something that's coming from deeper within the forest. I've heard about it plenty of times but actually seeing it, well that's a very different experience. There are rumors of cults practicing satanic rituals here in the woods. Recalling the rumors and seeing the trees I was starting to feel like I had my fill of weirdness for the night. I was thinking about getting through as fast as I could and getting back out onto one of the larger roads.
Then Alan let out a surprised 'yelp' from the passenger seat. He told me that he was looking in the forest beside the car and he had seen something running along before disappearing into the brush. He didn't know what it was but he said it could have been a deer or something. I kept driving. I figured out we were three-quarters of the way through when I rounded another sharp curve and I had to slam on my brakes. I had almost hit 'it' right in front of the car. About 10 feet away, shining in the headlights, stood a completely naked man. Now, it was January and the temperatures have been dropping into the 30s lately, so the guy should have been freezing. He was a tall thin man, filthy with long matted brown hair, and an unkempt beard. He stood staring into the windshield, not shivering or showing any signs of being exposed to the cold. His breath wasn't even fogging.
Alan and I sat silently, both too shocked to say anything, and honestly, I was extremely scared. It started to get colder, even inside the car. I started to shiver and then a moment later I was shivering uncontrollably. Alan was doing the same right next to me. I began coming around to what was happening and I reached down to put the car in reverse. Something was telling me to just get the hell out of there and leave the naked guy standing in the road. But the car would not move! I was pressing the gas and the engine wouldn't even rev. I wasn't even sure that the car was on anymore. Now my head was beginning to feel foggy. Strange thoughts and ideas kept forming in my head, but they were slipping away before they could take root. I vaguely remember Alan reciting something that sounded like a Bible verse. As far as I know, Alan isn't particularly religious and I found it strange that he could quote passages from the Bible.
Then the man started to move slowly stepping backward, methodically foot after foot, still staring right into the windshield at me and Alan. He backed away completely out of view of the headlights and then all that was in front of us was a stretch of empty road. I started warming up immediately and the fogginess began drifting away. I then saw the eyes ahead on the road coming from where the man had disappeared. It was a pair of narrowed red orbs hovering about eight feet off the road surface. They were moving slowly up and down as if attached to something moving. A creature slowly appeared given the light. It had the shape and size of a horse but the head was a cross between a ram and a man, with curling horns that jutted from both sides and wisps of dark fur. The nose and the mouth were unmistakably human.
The fogginess returned tenfold and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I woke up to banging on my window next to my head. I had an excruciating headache and there was a light being shined in my face. It was a police officer. We had come too in a small clearing off the roundabout that was three miles away from where we had been. Alan had passed out as well and neither of us could recall anything. The police officer asked us a lot of questions and even searched the car for drugs and gave me a breathalyzer test. I told him everything and by the time we were done he must have just thought were some kind of weird loonies and he just wanted to get rid of us. We hadn't really done anything illegal, at least I didn't think so. He let us go.
I don't know how we ended up in the clearing and I don't remember what happened after we saw the 'thing.' I mean, bits and pieces are coming back to me slowly. I'm trying to think of all kinds of excuses. Maybe something was up with my car and we got a non-lethal dose of carbon monoxide or something. I don't know. I can't explain it. Since that night there are random moments where I feel a sense of overwhelming terror like something horrible is only seconds away from happening for some reason. I can't get it out of my head and I have no idea why." D
NOTE: This location is well-known for unexplained activity. There are stories related to the infamous Dupont Family and possible satanic cult rituals being practiced in the area. The M. Night Shyamalan production of 'The Village' was filmed in these woods. Lon
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