My pictures from Bachelors Grove, the path to it, and the quarry pond behind it. It ended up raining. I feel a little shaken but I literally just finished reading a book about this place yesterday, so the legends and history are fresh in mind. I went here once with my dad when I was 15, during the day on a weekend in October. So there were many other people and nothing felt at all weird. I was completely alone there today. There were corners I couldn’t get myself to walk through. A squirrel chattered really loudly and scared the crap out of me. The pond was full of ducks.
I doubt I will ever see the infamous disappearing house or the hooded figures or the weird lights; you couldn’t catch me dead here at night. But today felt just a tiny bit on the side of uncomfortable. I’m not stupid; I was in the forest, there was wind, it had started sprinkling. It very easily could have been a twig from the breeze that hit my back. It just felt significant enough that I immediately turned around, I don’t know. But I grew up so scared of this place that I would cry when we drove past it, and I’m proud that I was able to just stroll in by myself. Don’t know if I would do it alone again, though.