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This story also listed at www.lioddities.com The Woman With No Eyes:
A tale from Reids Ice Cream in Blue Point Long Island I have absolutely no idea where to begin as this is all new to me. I am about to relate something to you that happened to me recently, and is still going on as near as I can tell. I'll remain "Red" for now, but I will disclose everything about myself you might care to know after I see your reaction to these events. I have been looking around for the right people to share this with, and I found your sight after using a search engine on the net. I chose you two simply based on your sincerity on the subject, and the fact that it appears that you are honest in reporting the known facts, and are not hesitant to add that there might be some speculation involved in the stories you report on. I have found something that ninety nine per cent of the people out there will think is contrived, and I choose to remain anonymous for now because this is all very strange to me, although there is no doubt whatsoever that it happened. I have told no friends or relatives about this and again, it will be your response that determines whether or not you ever hear from me again. I will give you some background to establish myself as a rational individual, and not someone who would waste my time with this. I am a 50 year old intelligent, articulate man, recently single after a long marriage with three grown children who live with their mother. I am a Director for a manufacturing company in Hauppauge, and I live in Bayport. I also have been a semi-successful musician for most of my life. My experiences with the paranormal were limited to enjoying well made movies that gave me a good fright, and a good book before bed. I will be up front and tell you that I love a good haunted house movie...my favorite being "The Changeling" with George C. Scott. I also thought the original version of "The Haunting" was very good. The reason I tell you this is because I want to tell you everything up front, so if you were to find out later on that I was a fan of this genre, you would not think less of the story I am about to tell you, although it has nothing to do with a haunted house. As I said, I live in Bayport and since I moved there three years ago, I have become an avid walker, and I ride a bicycle all the time throughout the area. The homes in the area are a nice mixture of the brand new and the very old. I walk and ride all around Bayport, Sayville, and Blue Point. The last thing I ever expected was to stumble upon something out of the ordinary, and I found out subsequently that I hit a "hot spot" of Long Island legend....and I had no clue. I thought I found this place all by myself. In mid October, just a few short weeks ago, I started my daily bike ride south on Gillette Avenue in Bayport towards the bay. I walk or ride this route almost every singe day. It was around 9:30 or so in the evening, and it was not cold at all, so I really had only a nice quiet ride on my mind. As I was cruising, I made a left on Railroad Ave., which I never do, and headed East. I'm not even sure of the route I took but after a few minutes heading east, close to the train tracks, I came upon a dim lighted vacant lot on my left. Out of nowhere I felt as if someone was in there. I've never had that feeling before in my life, but I didn't even give it a thought when out of the corner of my eye I saw what was obviously a person walking fairly deep in the lot. Keep in mind I was riding, and was probably looking down, or ahead.....not really paying attention to a lot full of dirt and some trees. I looked over and saw the scariest thing I have ever seen or imagined in all my life. It was a woman, and she was staring at me with black holes where her eyes should be. In less than a full second...instantly...she disappeared, vaporized into thin air while I was looking right at her. I was petrified. I SAW her. It was not as if I looked away and she was gone, she disintegrated right in plain sight.. I stumbled a little and stopped my bike. It felt as if the back of my neck lit up. I kept saying the "F" word over and over softly to myself. Holy F*** Holy F***. That's all I could think....and I remember telling myself that I'm a grown man, rational, not prone to seeing things that aren't really there, but I knew I had just seen a ghost. I looked all around me for the first time. To the right, houses, at the far end of the vacant lot, I could see the wood frame of a new home going up. A residential neighborhood! All normal sights among which I had just seen something that had no explanation other than what it was. I kept looking back at the spot where I saw her, but there was nothing there but the night and silence. I rode back home with my neck lit up like a Christmas tree, and every little sound on the way home made me jump and my heart race. Her image is imbedded in my mind and I have relived it thousands of times. I'm on my bike, I glance over and a ghostly woman with black eyes is looking at me from a hundred yards away and she vaporizes while I am focused right on her. All the way home, I thought that every book I'd read, every scary movie I ever saw was now just plain ridiculous. I was scared more than I ever thought an adult could be. When I got home, every reactionary thing I'd ever heard about but never experienced was happening to me. My heart was pounding in my ears, they were ringing, my neck was still lit up, and the slightest noise made me jump. I actually looked behind the shower curtain and in my closets. I was still petrified. Now, don't ask me why, but after sitting home for awhile, going over this again and again in my head, I decided to go back, this time in my car and with a camera. I'm not that brave, but I really did not think any harm was going to come to me out of all this, so I got braver. I drove back the only way I knew, back the same way as on my bike. I drove up to the lot as scared as a human being can be. I got out with my camera and walked to the curb by the lot. Now I had a good view. It was obviously an area that had just been cleared for new homes, but there were still patches of trees and piles of dirt. I stared at the spot where I saw the woman and there was nothing. I took a picture, walked a few yards and took another, and repeated that five times until the camera was empty. I saw and heard nothing, and went back home. I was familiar with the old "nothing there but shows up in the photo" scenario, but I didn't think that would happen, as I'd SEEN this woman. I knew it was real and I didn't need a picture to prove it. I can still see her vividly in my mind. From the neck down, she was there, but I don't know if I actually saw clothes or whatever. I mean, she was not naked or anything, I just don't remember any attire. She was just "there". If someone were to ask me to describe her, I would have no clue. I could not make out facial features, but there was a clearly defined face with wide black eyes. The one thing that stands out in my memory that I can definitely recall was her hair. It was not a modern hairstyle at all. It was not long hair, or anything near the way a woman would wear her hair today. It was like something out of the '30's or early '40's. Short, wavy....crazy as it sounds, it reminded me of someone you would see on an old black and white "Little Rascals" show, or a woman from the WW II era. Remember, I only saw her for about a second, but the image in my mind is like a photograph. Now is where it gets truly eerie, and why this whole thing blows
my mind. I'm just an average dude with an ordinary life, and yet
I feel like an episode of the Twilight Zone has happened to me.
I started to wonder if I was alone in seeing this apparition, and
started to do some net searches on this type of sighting. At first,
the hits were very general, and covered the whole world. In about
5 minutes I narrowed it down to New York, then Suffolk As I read the story of the murdered girl I felt like I was in a movie. This was beyond weird. I mean if I had known about this place and that it was supposedly haunted, I would have visited it LONG before they tore it down as I am less that 5 minutes away from there. I have since read everything I can find on the subject....even tried to go back to newspaper stories to try and find the identity of the woman, but the trail runs cold and I can see why some regard it as just a myth or rumor. To add to the weirdness, all of the photos I took that night did not develop. I only took them to the local CVS and still have the negatives, but they all appear to be black. This is with an Olympus 35 MM camera with auto-focus and a flash. I at least should have gotten something. Today is November 7th. I had been back several times during the
daytime, and it looks like an ordinary construction site. I went
back last night and did a drive by, and took four or five more photos
with no signs of anything unusual on the grounds. They will sit
in the camera until I use up the roll. I get the creeps now more
than ever when I go there. I thought I discovered this place. I
thought I was on to something that no one knew about. To find out
that there is a story behind it all freaked me out more than seeing
that woman. I'll tell you this, it was REAL. It changes the way
I think about everything in life and death. It wasn't a reflection,
mist, fog, a passing What has made this sighting seem so surreal to me is that I had
no previous knowledge of the factory (I've learned recently that
it was not quite a factory, but a storage facility for Reid's) and
absolutely no clue that there was a story attached to it. I literally
thought I discovered "the ghost of the vacant lot" and
my first reaction was that maybe there used to be a cemetery there
or something. I am extremely disappointed that I never heard of
this place until it was torn down. In retrospect, I would have gone
there, but I mean really, how many people actually see this sort
of thing? This has also really been on my mind a lot. Because I
saw this woman, I am wondering if my new found belief has made me
more susceptible to this sort of thing in the future. I have gone
from semi-skeptical to a true believer in all this, and now I want
to know more. To be honest, if I had not stumbled upon the tale
of Reid's ghost, I would already be questioning in my own mind what
I saw that night. But it was real. Can you just imagine a grown
man going to bed at night and wondering what's out there when he
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