Recently, we deployed our
company ghoul and likeable horror movie host Mr Creepo (aka "Mr UFO" -
Tim Beckley) along with sexy vamp hunter and Creepo henchwoman Circe (or
is that wenchwoman?) to check out rumors of a revival of paranormal
activity in the dreamy village of Sleepy Hollow, New York, and
Though our budget was small, the researchers managed to drink and eat
-- mainly drink -- themselves into a tizzy as if possessed by
glutinous spirits. Very much, we fear, like the early farmers whose
wives accused them of "tarrying" to long on market day at the local
tavern, thus the name Tarrytown was born. In any respect we present
their -- pardon the expression - "sobering" -- report.
The cool autumn air sits in just before twilight and a breeze starts to
drift in from the Hudson River, just down the road a bit from where
legend has it Ichabod Crane was chased by the headless horseman.
Indeed, the bridge and adjacent brook where Crane soiled his pants in
an attempt to run for his life still stands, albeit part of the main
drag that goes through town, a road now used by truckers, buses and
SUV's coming up from Manhattan a scant 40-minute drive away.
Many commuters unwilling to drive in the midst of quite ghostly (I mean
ghastly) traffic take to the rails, hopping onboard one of the numerous
commuter trains that make the trip from the Big Apple all day and well
into the evening hours.
Folding back the pages of the New York Post
are much to blue collar to read the Times
gazing out the window one would hardly guess that he area is
particularly rich in paranormal lore. But as you pass White Plains and
the office buildings start to diminish in height and number you can
start to be thankful that Circe is your traveling companion as ghouls
know well to leave her be. We figure it has to be the garlic in her bag,
but she insists it is the lovely charms she makes and wears to
ward off negativity and things that go bump in the night.
But, indeed the truth sometimes can be very strange. For it is along
this very route to Sleepy Hollow back in 1982 that thousands craned
their necks out of car windows to watch as a silent, giant, black-shaped
triangle filled the sky, much like the cloak of the headless horseman is
said to have done as the phantom glided through the thickets and glades
of this same community in the early eighteen hundreds.
One of our first destinations was the Sleepy Hollow cemetery to visit
some of the communities founding members. Circe (made infamous for her
role of Muffy in my low budget vampire flix, The Curse of Ed Wood
was perched on a tombstone while I frolicked with the angels near
the grave of Washington Irving.
Switching into a serious mode, I remarked how I could recall numerous
conversations with fellow researcher Philip Imbrogno whose book Night Siege: The Hudson
Valley UFO Sightings
fairly well documents the numerous close
encounters in the area. I told Circe how Phil, a teacher by profession
(strange, wasn't Ichabod Crane also a teacher?) had started out as a
conservative investigator of unexplainable aerial phenomena only to end
up photographing ghost lights and confronting time distortions (to find
out more order my book Our Alient Planet: This Eerie Earth in the
Conspiracy Journal bookstore). All within a few square rural miles of
where we were now standing.
During the course of our investigation in the area, we drove over into
Connecticut to hunt down giant Jack 'O' Lanterns known to be harassing
residents near an outdoor farmers market. This was pretty much the same
trek truck drivers had been on that fright filled night in 1982 when
they rubbed 18 wheelers with a "thing" the size of a 747 that tailed
them at less than a thousand feet in the air. Around the same time
the mysterious men in black showed up to persuade witnesses to back off
from telling of their encounters with the unknown. Many similar tales
exist from the time of Washington Irving who also spoke of nightmarish
figures cloaked in black who staked those who dared discuss their own
Those who have followed such matters will be able to confirm that often
times places that have a reputation for being "haunted" have a long
history of paranormal phenomenon.
Indeed, it was Circe that reminded me that Washington Irving had,
himself, speculated on this very "coincidence" in his Legend of Sleepy Hollow
tale. To prove her point, she cracked opened a copy of Irving's book
just purchased at the Kyjuit gift shop on the Rockefeller Foundation
estate, scene of the annual Halloween activities that tourists flock to
this region along the Hudson every fall season.
To quote Irving: "A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the
land, and to pervade the very atmosphere. Some say that the place was
bewitched by a high German doctor during the early days of the
settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of
his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by
Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the place still continues under
the sway of some witching power that holds a spell over the minds of the
good people, causing them t walk in a continual reverie. They are given
to all kinds of marvelous beliefs, are subject to trances and visions,
an frequently see strange sights and hear music and voices in the air.
The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and
twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the
valley than in any other part of the country. . . "
One almost has to scratch their head in disbelief that this paragraph
was written two hundred -- give or take -- years ago. It seems like
something a contemporary ghost hunter like our pal Joshua Warren might
write in one of his scripts for the Discovery Channel.
As we hunkered down for the evening -- after hours of paranormal
musings -- we couldn't help but reflect on how the area seemingly
abounds in the macabre. In fact, all around us were signs and symbols
that a spooky October was in the works for the area just up the river
from our vampiric crypts.