All reports that we have found concerning this site state
that you should not try to use a ouija board here. It
apparently upsets the spirits.
This is a seriously scary/creepy place. You drive
down a very rutted gravel road into trees that seem
to surround your car. We kept noticing "things" off to
the side of the road. No idea what they were. The
road ends in a circular turnaround. Paths lead from
there into the woods. Following one of these paths
will lead you to the tree with thorns and the strange
hollow stump. Although this site is right on the river
we were not bothered by bugs at all. There was also
a complete lack of expected bird or animal sounds.
There is a definite feeling as you get closer to the
end of the road that there are definitely spirits here.
The first time that we visited Okie Pinokie was a
mixture of stupidity and terror. We were extremely
disorganized and ignorant about the whole"ghost
hunting" experience. Armed with cameras and video
cameras we thought that we would go there as our
first attempt to find some ghosts. We were quite
frankly not at all prepared for what happened to us
that night.
Upon arriving we had some issues with our (limited)
equipment. Once that was resolved Curtis, Kenny
and Donna Kaye started exploring, while the
remaining team members remained with the cars. As
I was taking pictures of the wooded area around the
circle Curtis and Kenny decided to try one of the
paths in the woods. Feeling extremely uneasy at the
thought of being left behind I turned to follow them.
All the while telling them that they were crazy to just
go tearing off into the woods without a plan of action.
(OK I was swearing at them.) As I was walking toward
them ( they were in the trees by this time) I suddenly
could not take another step. I felt completely
surrounded by a wall of the coldest air I have ever
felt. I couldn't move or speak for what seemed like
hours, but was actually only a few minutes. I then felt
what could only be described as a hand stroking the
back of my neck, just under my hairline. I was
shocked and terrified. It was not a good feeling at all.
The hand felt "wrong" in so many ways that the best
I can do is describe it as a malignant feeling.
Whatever was touching me meant me harm and I felt
it all the way through my being. I finally managed to
yell (I thought I was yelling but, it didn't sound like
that on the tape) for Curtis and Kenny. I simply said
that something had just touched me and we were
leaving RIGHT NOW. We threw our things into the
car and bolted.
Once we arrived back home Curtis, Kenny and Fred
went back out there. I stayed home. We have made
several additional trips there but, each time I use
white sage to smudge the area before we proceed
with the investigation.
If you go out there I would suggest that you do
whatever makes you feel safe and protected from evil.
there. These are the car headlights as
we were pointed toward one of the
paths.
paths.
on the right
Actually visible to the naked eye.
The one on the left was copied from a book of maps
from before Peru became a "real" town. It shows the
location of the O-SAN-DI-AH reservation, as well as what
looks like a burial site.
The one on the right was printed from the internet last
year. The red dot is approximately where the burial site
would be now.
The librarian remembers when the land was given to be
used as the Frances Slocum State Forest. Apparently
the Army Corp of Engineers was called in to move the
Indian Burial Ground in the early 60s. He remembered
a lot of controversy about moving the graves but we
could find nothing about it in any of the local papers.
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