If you have a dog, or if you have a fervent love for the beach – or both – why not get yourself down to Bayview Park in Pensacola, Florida and spend a little time having some fun in the sun? With lots of walking paths winding through wooded areas nearby, you’re bound to find something that strikes your fancy and completes your day. Of course, you also want to be really careful that you don’t run into the park’s only downside: the wraiths.
The Souls Of Old World Explorers Haunt The Wooded Paths Of Bayview Park
For centuries, speculation existed about the possible existence of the famed Fountain of Youth in the Florida region; Old World explorers often risked their lives and the lives of their entire crews to sail to this part of the New World in search of just such a place.
It turns out – at least, if local superstitions and legends are to be believed – the fountain some of them did find did indeed grant a species of immortality. Unfortunately for all those who drank from its depths, though, that immortality was of the damned variety.
Moaning, creeping, flying through the air and trailing behind them the remnants of cloaks that have long ago rotted into tatters over the bleached and stretched skins of long dead men, these wraiths are said to possess no souls, for their souls were stolen by the Devil centuries ago. As a result, they have been doomed to roam the Earth, and exist in a kind of in-between state. Visitors to the area who have encountered them (mostly at night, or just about twilight) state that the experience has been both terrifying and profoundly sad in the same moment. A trio of real psychics who recently visited all gave the same one word answer when asked to describe the area: “evil”.
They Are Caught Somewhere On A Plane That Exists Between Heaven And Hell
“It’s like if they touch you,” one young mountain biker – who had the heart-stopping experience of being chased out of the park one night by these misty figures screaming through the air at her – “you’ll just die on the spot, or maybe even become one of them.” This young woman got separated from her friends in the park one night as they were out cycling, and the next thing she knew, she was riding for her life, and possibly to save her soul.
“You wouldn’t catch me in that park again,” she says, “not in a thousand years, and not if you paid me a million dollars to do it.” This is an understandable sentiment coming from someone who has had so harrowing an experience, but it hasn’t stopped other local adventurers from seeking out the experience. If local scuttlebutt is to be believed, not always is it the case that every one of these adventurers comes home.
“I’ve had nightmares about that night ever since,” she says. “Sometimes, in my dreams, I can feel them catching up with me. Right before I wake up screaming, the last thing I experience in the dream world is the feeling of a bony, rotting hand closing its gnarled fingers over my shoulder. And always in the dream, I can smell the death.”