Cossart Road (a.k.a. Spooky Road)

During the incredible thunderstorm on Thursday (June 28th), Jeff of the pit decided it would be an excellent idea to drive down to spooky road middle of nowhere and tell scary stories once there. We needed to take two cars, Kacey, Matt, Steph, Nicki, and Scott were in Kacey's car. We called Viv, Jeff, Abby, Sarah, and I were in Jeff's car. We also had water because I was thirsty. Driving out to the road, the conversation focused on politics, the DuPonts once owned all of the land on our side of the river, and still do, and probably forever will. There is one house, the Cossart House, which has since become dilapidated and quite a bit spooky. Although the house is not visible from the road, Viv, who has been up there, told us how the window panes are inverted crosses, not common at all in the area or anywhere nearby, and it just has a general feeling of "spooky." It is said that a satanic cult moved in, and some member are still living there, the authorities are unable to precisely determine who they are and how to get them out. The most horrifying thing Viv saw while up at the house, was that small animals were hanging on the wraught iron fence, fur still on, but in a bad state of decay. Another myth concerning the house, is that they own a fleet of either red or white pick-up trucks, and reports of being run off the road were so frequent, that they had to shut down the road for a year. Skeleton tree, a supposed tree, that when you look at it in the right light, and at the right angle, you can see a skeleton in the worn out dirt around the roots. This is where the cult is said to place the heads of all of the things they sacrifice. One of the most obvious, and spookiest things about the road, is that all of the trees bend away from the house. Even along the left side of the road going up, almost a quarter mile from the house due to the length of the driveway, the trees all bend to their left. Once you get closer to the house, the more dramatic it becomes until the tree are nearly parallel to the ground. Perhaps power lines? Someone suggested, Viv said she had considered it, but that her mother, and my father (as it was later found out), had hung out here when they were young, thrill-seeking teenagers, when the power lines were not there yet. The trees still did what they're doing.

Other information about the site
that was not revealed during the trip:
http://www.cfrinv.com/press_8.22.99.htm