#devils tramping ground

[thesehauntedhills]

DEVILS TRAMPING GROUND IN

NORTH CAROLINA

[connectparanormal]

Devil's Tramping Ground

North Carolina's Devil's Tramping Ground is a place steeped in lore and mystery. For many years, both the inhabitants and tourists have been fascinated by this strange piece of land, situated close to the town of Siler City. A deserted circle, approximately forty feet in diameter, defines the location, seemingly devoid of any growth. This peculiarity has led to the development of numerous paranormal hypotheses and folklore in the area. According to legend, the Devil himself visits this spot at night, where he circles around and plots his next move. This is the most common tale. People believe that the ground's desolate appearance stems from his unceasing trampling, as if his very existence scorches the ground. Generations have passed down this story, embellishing it to captivate listeners.

Several scientists have proposed various explanations for this phenomenon. Some people speculate that a natural cause, such as salt deposits or other minerals, could poison the soil and prevent vegetation from taking root. Despite conducting examinations, scientists have not found a conclusive scientific explanation, adding to the allure of the location. Campers and people who are looking for a close encounter with the supernatural are flocking to the Devil's Tramping Ground, which has become a popular destination. Reports from several witnesses of strange occurrences reveal the inexplicable shifting of objects placed in the circle overnight. The place is a magnet for thrill-seekers and people who are interested in the paranormal because of these events, which only serve to fuel the mythology. In addition to influencing local tradition, the Devil's Tramping Ground has inspired stories, articles, and songs. It serves as a reminder of how the enigmatic and inexplicable continue to attract the interest of human beings across the globe. The blend of natural enigma and folklore creates a unique atmosphere that contributes to the narrative's continuity, drawing tourists from near and far. In its most fundamental form, the Devil's Tramping Ground is a representation of the human preoccupation with the supernatural. Regardless of whether it is considered a natural mystery or a supernatural hotspot, it continues to be an intriguing component of the cultural fabric of North Carolina, eliciting a sense of curiosity and awe from anybody who comes into contact with it.

[dailycryptodrawings]

738: Devil’s Tramping Ground

Honestly, the phenomena is fascinating, though it most likely is a result of a bizarre ecological “perfect storm.” That being said, there has been at least one account of a red eyed creature being sighted at this location late at night.

Requested by subjectivelywinter

A Cute Mini Documentary If You’re A Little Curious

[strawberry--sunrise]

The Devil’s Tramping Ground: Excerpt 1/?

My foot caught on a root. I twisted to avoid falling, looking down at the ground. There was a moment of disconnect. Roots weren’t supposed to be creeping from the floorboards. The floorboards shouldn’t have been earth. Unless I wasn’t where I thought I was?

My eyes flew open, a gasp putting me back in my body. Ina. I was Ina again. I pressed a hand to my chest, the air much too clear for the house. Bug song filled the night. I looked around. The woods. I was in the woods. Barefoot, walking down a trail. Down, towards...

The visage of the well stood out in the middle of the field. I was a mere 50 feet away.

My skin felt clammy in the warm summer air. My toes curled into the dirt, and I turned to run, kicking up soil. The forest rebelled. Shadows breathed down my neck and branches pulled at my clothes. There wasn’t any way to tell what was nature and what was strange. A humming trembled through the forest, traveling up my legs, and I stumbled. The message rang clear through my bones, even as I stood. Come. Come back. Crawl back into the well, cradle a corpse, and wait for the gas lamp eyes to return.

In a breath, I was there. Moss and leaves cushioned my feet. Beneath them, dozens of grinning skeletons creaked. I gazed up at an empty void, unable to tell where the well met the sky. My fingers scraped at smooth, unforgiving, stones. A shriek echoed up and around me, but whose voice was that? Where was the water; where was the earth?

Where was my knife?

Where was Mary?

I rammed against the well wall, putting all my force into my shoulder. I punched and kicked, bleeding and screaming until the illusion cracked. Though two broken stones, I could see trees. And, beyond them, Allison’s shack. I grabbed at the rocks, pulling them out one by one. Shrill voices beat at my ears and unseen claws raked down my back, but I kept at it. I made a hole big enough to crawl through, got to my feet, and ran.

I tripped over the lip of a shallow grave.

In the darkness, it was tough to see, but I could smell it. The rich, thick, scent of fresh earth surrounded me. Clumps of it fell from my hair as I sat up. My hands stung from their injuries, shaking as they supported my weight. Teetering on my feet, enough moonlight slanted through the trees that I got good look at the ground. The hole was big enough for a human. The perfect size for myself. Like it was made for me.

My attention turned to something massive shifting at the end of the path. Somewhere, covered in the night, was a shadow a touch darker than black. I kept still, waiting for it to move again, or for my brain to dismiss it. Only my breathing filled the void; even the air had stilled.

As I was about to give up, white eyes revealed themselves, not ten feet in front of me. I gasped and jumped away, the scent of blood replacing the earth. A weight struck my back, bitter cold and pitching me forward. Freezing hands steadied me, with fingers that lengthened into sharp talons. I shivered as the cool air of an open crypt hit my ear, and Eric’s voice echoed in my head.

“She won’t be able to save you.”

I didn’t need to hear that.

“She doesn’t care about you. She left you here, of all places.”

I didn’t need to hear it. I already knew it.

But Mary was still worth it. And Eric couldn’t stop me. Not him, nor his ghost.

I shook him off and turned, stomping away. With every footfall, I imagined I was crushing the shadows. The brush parted, taking me where I needed to go. The moon hung heavy and bright, guiding my way. The path was clear. I wasn’t the victim of monsters. I wasn’t trapped. The woman wanted me to find something important, and I needed to help her.

Mary had brought me to Hinden for a selfish reason. But now, Hinden was my choice. I was strong enough to see it through.

For the first time since the night of the ritual, I stepped foot on the library stairs. I walked forward, closing my eyes at the ruined threshold. In the records room, Katherine’s hands--my hands--tucked a bundle behind a trick panel in the cabinets. Even after everything that had happened, this town still had more secrets to give.

I opened my eyes. It was time to tear the skeletons from the closet and give them a proper burial.

(Start from the beginning.)

[realfootage]

[souplover-69]

went to devils tramping ground. did not see the devil

i think he saw my knife and got scared

[bennykopus]

Devil’s Tramping Ground is located in a wooded area of Chatham County in North Carolina. It is a forty foot in diameter circle. It is said that any object that is placed in the circle will mysteriously disappear or move outside of the circle. No vegetation will grow inside the circle. This bizarre phenomenon was first discovered in the 1800′s and it is believed by many that Satan paces around this circle. Boy Scout troops have tried camping on it and wake up in their tents a few miles away. Some guys tried to stay up all night in a tent on the spot and later reported that a soft, soothing melodic voice lulled them to sleep and they too woke up a few miles away. Along with countless other reports, this spot was what intrigued Benny the most. It was the place Benny wanted to visit the greatest. Being so close to Halloween, it gave Benny the urge to do it. He had some days off work and thought it was the perfect opportunity to do something to cross it off his bucket list. Located in Bear Creek, NC, it wasn't too far from Hartsville. A simple weekend trip would be enough to gather information on the area and see if the rumors were true. He packed up his camping gear and headed off, he debated on asking someone to tag along--but who would say yes? Getting there, the sun was beginning to set. He got a late start and by the time he set up his tent and started a fire, the sun was nearly gone. Now he would wait. Watch the fire, eat some snacks, and just enjoy nature. The nice chill in the air-kissing his cheek in delight, the crackling fire placing a warm blanket over him. It was a perfect, clear night with the full moon shining down to give it a beautiful ambiance. Time passed, he didn't know how quickly, but before he knew it he could hear footsteps approach. A sharp inhale, crystal blue optics scanned the area, toward the origin of the noise. His pulse quickened as his heartbeat pounded hard against his chest. "Hello?" He dared to call out to the unknown, unsure if it were an animal, a person, or something else.

[jameslcox]

Halloween - Devils Tramping Ground