ABANDONED CRYPT IN THE WOODS.

It was an early September afternoon that I went hiking through a rural corner of Eastern Connecticut to find an abandoned crypt.

I had read about (2) ancient stone structures that were supposedly located in close proximity of each other, but had only actually found one of them which was directly next to a path in the woods. The first was a small “hobbit hole” opening on a hill which you would need to get down and crawl through to see inside, resembling a root cellar inside. This abandoned crypt however, was not easily found. As if the locals in the town are going out of there way to keep this piece of history a secret.

Thanks to my pal over at Ghost of New England, I was given walking directions to find the old tomb in the woods which I was asked to keep private for reasons unknown to me. Even with instructions, it was very challenging to find. There was no path, no markings and I had almost given up until I made a final attempt by just walking through random areas of thick brush, dense trees and a mess of bugs and cobwebs. Suddenly there it stood, shrouded by trees and overgrowth.

Uncle T doesn’t really spook easily when finding these ancient creepy locations and I’ve never seen a ghost or apparition in my life. However I’d be lying if I said the quietness of the area and the appearance of this crypt didn’t give me an uneasy feeling. I kept looking over my shoulder into the woods as if something was going to be there. Mind you, this was around three o’clock on a sunny afternoon. As I walked towards the chamber I couldn’t shake this cold eeriness in the air.

The open doorway was approximately five foot in height and inside was clearly enough space for a family burial to exist. In what I could gather from the little information available, the crypt was never completed and thus never actually used for a final resting place. The story behind the wealthy farmers who owned it has been lost to history.

The inside construction of meticulously placed stones to make the ‘arch’ was impressive to see. Until I looked down and saw a racoon skull and called it a day.

With all do respect to the family of farmers who this crypt once belonged to, I had to include this painting by artist Ken Barr because visuals like this one are where my imagination was going on my drive home after discovering this mysterious crypt in the woods.