Subj: [ParanormalGhostSociety] Tonight's Investigative Reports  
Date: 1/18/2004 4:01:06 AM Eastern Standard Time 
From: AngelOfThyNight@aol.com  
To: paranormalghostsociety@yahoogroups.com , ParanormalBuffalo@yahoogroups.com 

Zoar Valley

This is really where the fun begins. I mapped out a route which would take us into the heart of the valley to investigate. Mainly I just wanted to walk around a little bit to say we have been there. So Mark and I drove for a few miles down a very dark unlit wooded road. By this time there was snow falling mildly. We somehow missed our turn and had to back track which took 45 minutes. Unfortunately when you are driving down country roads in NY they are either unmarked or the signs are snow covered. So finally we made our way back to the right road.

I was driving down the road and all was fine and we went up a small hill and then as we got to the top of the hill it leveled off for a few feet and down hill we went right into a giant snow bank in the middle of the road. About 50 feet behind the bank was a road closed sign. Unfortunately by then it was to late. So here we were in Zoar Valley in the woods stuck with the whole front of the car buried in snow. At this point I wanted to take a photo so bad but honestly it was a disgrace being stuck in such a foreboding place with nobody around. So what I did was dug with my hands around the tires and the front of the car out. All the little no trespassing signs on some of the trees I ripped off and stuck under the tires and after about an hours worth of work the car flew back wards out of the mound and up the small hill and we were saved. Was it rough you bet it was exhausting and yet disappointing because the main area of the Hauntings that go on in Zoar Valley were a few miles down this closed road.

Eventually we made our way back to town and they had a intersection that went like 5 different ways so it was confusing and again the road we needed had no name even the routes were wrong. So eventually I pulled into a late night burger king and a lady gave us directions. That was a relief alot of people often are rude and are like forget it. So we went onto another rough road lots of hills, twist and turns it was snowing the roads were covered and this road cuts right into Zoar Valley. I refused to give up I wanted us to at least visit a part of Zoar Valleys ancient forest. So eventually I we made our way to the Buttermilk Falls and Bridge of course it was to dark to see where the falls were. But I put my straw hat on and we set off on a little hike into the darkness.

We walked near a fishing area which the trail was lined by boulders all the way to the creek but rather it to me looked like a river as the rapids here were intense. It was very cold in certain areas and feelings of being watched from the woods were no trick. The woods felt alive I felt watched all over not just by ghost but it was the woods. The mystical energy here I could easily feel and pick up on and honestly we were on only walking around the edge of Zoar Valley but an area where there have been some deaths over the years so of course the probability of spirits around us was quite high.

We arrived back at the road and a truck approached us. I got the 20 questions from some lard ass and excuse my French but after digging out the car I was not a happy man more like in the ass kicking mood. The couple told me they own the road and we cannot park on it, then I got what are we doing here, where is our equipment this and that. I ended up giving them a taste of the medicine back and then told them Ill be on my way after I finish what I am doing. The funny thing is that the road is a public road and the bridge is owned by the county but it seemed to me like the locals did not want us snooping around. You would think seeing a tattooed man wearing a straw hat standing in the pitch dark by the road would be enough for them to keep on driving. But maybe it is like the movie wrong turn maybe they were hungry and wanted to eat us who knows. But regardless I did what I said I do which is finished the bridge. 

On the bridge my camera flash refused to work this occurred 3 times in a row I was pretty upset but after getting back off of it my flash worked fine so was my equipment being played with? Very possible since there is a lot of energy here. I walked back to the fishing sign and was taking photos when I heard many coyotes in the woods coming towards us it sounded like 10 of them howling and scurrying they were almost on top of us so we ran to the car jumped in for safety. Between the weirdoes driving on that road and the hungry coyotes it is no wonder why people disappear around here and are never heard from again this concluded my analysis of Zoar Valley as if just a small area was this haunted then who knows what else roams the shadows of the night in other areas. If I knew about this place over a year ago Id investigated it more I think many mysteries remain here. We then headed off to Griffis Sculpture Park.