I live in Southern New Jersey in a very small town located near the Pine Barrens. This stretch of woods is a famous area and home to the Jersey Devil.
I’m sure you’re wondering why is that area named the Pine Barrens? For lack of better words all that grows there is pine trees and nothing else. You can read up more about these woods on the site Weird New Jersey if you’re interested because trust me it’s interesting.
That’s not what this stories about though, as I mentioned this is about the Jersey Devil.
My friend, let’s call him Dan, lived in a house in a section of the pine barrens that backs up into my town. There’s not many houses out there and it’s extremely dark at night. There were five of us there that night me, Dan, Kenn, Natasha and Emelia. We were in highschool and as we often did we sat in an old van parked outside Dan’s house, you know the kind, the creepy windowless ones people associate with pedophiles.
It wasn’t a functioning vehicle so us being the typical stoner kids would go outside and hot box the van as we smoked some weed.
We were out there for about an hour or so when Kenn had to go pee so he went outside to go and shut the door behind him. About two minutes later he began banging on the van door shouting “Guys, guys let me in quick!”
So we did and he slammed the door quickly behind him. We all were giggling in our high state and I asked “What he hell man, what’s your deal?” He was trembling and pale as a ghost.
We stopped laughing when we finally realized he wasn’t joking around. “There, there’s some… something out there man.” After he said that we started hearing a long scratching sound that began at the back of the van and went all the way to the front as if someone was keying the van with a set of claws.
We went silent, cupping our hands over our mouths to cover the sounds of our breathing.
Then I heard the most terrifying noise I’d ever heard in my life, a very loud high pitched screech that could never come from any human. The van began shaking violently as if this thing was trying to push it over.
My friend Natasha started whimpering in the back mouthing the phrase “we’re gonna die here. I’m going to die here.”
I put my finger to my lip to shush her and Emilia held her tight to try to calm her. It went silent for a moment and then we heard a huge whooshing sound that I could only imagine was something taking flight. There was a heavy thud on top of the van, then heavy pacing back and forth across the roof, that sounded like hooves.
After about ten minutes of the pacing we heard that ear piercing screech again and then the whoosh of wings as this thing flew off. The five of us sat in silence, waiting and praying that it was gone.
After about thirty minutes Dan slowly opened the van door to take a peek. “I think it’s gone.” He whispered.
We all rushed out and made a beeline to the sliding door of Dan’s house.
We didn’t say much the rest of the night, we just kept smoking until we all fell asleep in Dan’s room, Dan and Kenn on the floor with me, Natasha and Emilia on the bed. We talked about it a bit the next morning, as we accessed the damage to the van.
We didn’t have to say it, we knew who it was it could only be the one thing that lived around here besides the deer, the Jersey Devil.
I’d like to say that was my last experience with him or it but it wasn’t. But that’s a story for another time. Don’t let you guard down in the pine barrens, you never know when the Jersey Devil might be lurking in the area.