What is in Eno River State Park?
Someone is trying to keep this quiet. I know what I saw and I can’t be the only one. I’m determined to figure it out.
If I tell my story, will you tell me yours? I promise I’ll keep it anonymous.
Leave a comment if you’ve been creeped out by something in there. If we work together, we can solve this mystery.
Please help me uncover the truth. This is what happened to me…
Someone asked me to draw one of the spirals. The flat ones looked like the Fibonacci sequence, BUT the 3D ones were different. Every time I tried to draw one, it just didn’t work. I’m not a good enough artist to do it on paper.
My friend’s neighbor had extra chicken wire so I decided to build it instead. That’s her adorable cat in the photo. She helps give the spiral perspective on the size. They weren’t huge, but they weren’t tiny either. There were 3D ones like this that sort of looked like they grew out of the ground.
One flat one that was Fibonacci in shape also grew out of the ground…
I’ve been thinking about one of the stories posted in a comment. Her uncle’s friend was pulled into the river by something on the UNC Occaneechi site in Hillsborough in the 80s. There were other weird things that happened like hearing voices and objects moving around, but the big one was connected to the water. The guy was pulled into the river and held under for like a full minute. He was so freaked out he quit the dig.
That sounds nothing like what I saw, but maybe they could be connected? Remember old stories about the elements: fire, earth, air and water?..
Just Google it. My head exploded.
The spiral made by the Fibonacci Sequence looks like the spirals I saw in Eno River State Park. There were some 3D ones, but the flatter twig shapes looked just like Fibonacci.
I’m attaching a picture of the number sequenced graphed into a spiral. Has anyone else seen this shape near the Eno?
Since some people say it’s Mother Nature’s secret code, this might be a silly question – Eno River State Park is like 4000 acres of nature. The Fibonacci spiral appears all over nature, pine cones, pineapples, artichokes, leaf patterns, nautilus shells.
But I mean twigs bent into that shape…
In my quick search for symbols and meanings for these specific tribes, I found nothing.
I did learn that UNC Chapel Hill has a dig site in Hillsborough of at least one Occaneechi village. This is close to the Eno. They definitely found pottery and some old, European goods, but there were no twig spirals from what I could find.
When I did another search for the spiral symbol and indigenous people, sites came up connected to tribes in the south west. The symbol is found on cave walls and pottery – there were no spirals on the pottery found in Hillsborough, only on the pottery out west…
I couldn’t find any article on Eno River State Park that mentioned twig spirals.
There are other ruins in the park. The two-story Anthony Cole house looks almost as creepy as the photo I found of him and his wife, but the only supernatural story I uncovered was a website that mentioned seeing a ghost in the upstairs window.
His poor “spinster” sister was given a shack known as Sister’s House, a lovely reminder of how shitty it is to be female. The sketchy remains don’t have any mysterious stories behind it. One of the old Cole mills might be haunted, but again it’s more like traditional ghost stories…
The Cabelands are the haunted part of Eno River State Park according to a quick Google search.
Although it’s documented online, no official trail leads to this historic area. You need to take an overgrown dirt path to reach it. One haunted part is the cemetery. There are 12 marked graves, but they say there are 51 people buried there.
The markers are old since John Cabe became the owner of 320 acres in 1780. Even the unmarked ones are noticeable thanks to sunken, coffin-shaped areas where bodies are decomposing beneath your feet.
Hikers who find the cemetery talk about shadow figures appearing…
I haven’t stepped foot in Eno River State Park for years – not since I was attacked.
On that awful day, the park was quiet. I had gone hiking alone. I felt like it was only me and Mother Nature, but then I crossed paths with this creepy guy.
He followed me.
I walked faster, slower, stopped in places, anything to lose him, but nothing worked. It became clear that he was stalking me. I kept hoping someone else would show up, but it was a weekday. No one was around.
Then he made his move. He ran at me and knocked me down…
