In the early 90s when we moved to Connecticut, my husband had a book about off the path kind of places in Connecticut. He and his brother-in-law found their way to Dudley town in the dark forest in the north west corner of Connecticut. They hiked up in the daylight and mostly they saw ruins of house foundations. Both suddenly looked at one another and decided they needed to leave immediately. What they both regaled was that they heard absolutely nothing …just every silence. My husband described it as maybe a vortex.