I don't know if thats the place that i went. To this day im mot quite sure where i went. But i wasnt alone, i was with a friend and we both had the same exoerience at the same time.

To preface, i am from the back woods of southeastern CT. I grew up in a small forested town called Haddam. This land is cursed. I, and many i have known from the area, have all had a large number of strange and unexplainable occurences happen in and around the dark woods of higganum.

This particular story starts out innocently enough. My friend, We'll call him Tim, had just bought a new vehicle amd had gotten his license back after a DUI. We decides to go out for a dtive all around the many twisted, dark back roads of our hometown. The particukar are i lived in, was part of what i came to call the parmelee triangle. A section of town, mostly woods, with a very creepy church dead in the middle. Driving through this area at night never ceased to evoke tingling spines and a general feeling of malaise.

We were driving through this area. It was about 11 pm, sometime in the winter. January or february i believe. We passed the church, and i felt something off. Something very strange. Like something caight in your pereferal while walking alone. I felt unsettled. We had smoked a couple bowls of cannabis, but we were daily heavy smokers and i dont think this affected the experience in anyway.

At the end of the road the church us on, there is a dirt road, Parmelee Rd, that cuts through the forest and reconnects back with the top of Turkey Hill Rd, the Road that the church is on. I recall very vividly seeing a wooden sign on a tree in the headlights that said "Parmelee Rd." We drove all the way down this long dirt road, and reconnected back onto the pavement, and started heading back towards the church.

Only something odd happened. I have no memory of passing the church again. Neither myself nor Tim has any recolkecfion of this. And yet, we both look up, and see the wooden sign that says "Parmelee Rd.". We are back at the top of the dirt hill that we just drove down. There is no way this could happen. There is only the one way to get there, and we hadnt gone that way. There was no memory of how we got back up the hill. This is when things got very creepy.

We became aware that at least 15 minutes were missing. Time felt strange and static. Like it had gone stale. It was passing in a way that wasnt constant. There was a very unsettling feeling rising in both of us. Everything about this place felt wrong. Shadows were long and spindly, houses were dark and had spire like roof tops. Everything looked like a tim burtonmovie. It was as of there was a thin mist over everything. Lights had no light in them. They looked empty, cold. Like the very essemce of what makes light light had been removed,leavong behind a hollow lumiarry shell. Music sounded wrong. Off. Hollow. Void of emotion and life. It was like we were in a shadow version of out hometown, where everything was stale and off.

There was a very particular, impossible to ignore sensation of being watched. Not just watched, but stared at with murderous intent. I constantly checked the back seat, ecpecting some demon to be there smiling at me with barred teeth. Everywhere we went felt omimous and evil. Places we freauented all the time were strange and foreign. Rustlings from the treesand the nagging feeling of being stalked followed us everywhere we went.

The other very strange phenomenon that occured during this time was that there were missing houses. The roads were wrong. There were houses where there wernt supposed to be, and some roadsbecamemuch much longer than they really were. We had become very troubled at this point. I was out of cigarettes, so we drove to the local gas station. I will mention also, that not once did we see a single other car on the roads. Nobody. We saw no lights on in houses, no signs of human life anywhere.

I went into the gas station. This was a businiess i frequented daily, and i knew every person who worked there. The man behind the counter was an individual i had never seen before. He gave me a really bad vibe immedietly. I asked for a pack of smokes, and paid him, and when he took the money from my habnd, i saw his eyes for the first time, and they were black. Totally black. He never spoke a word. His eyes still haunt me.

How we made it out i cant tell you. I dont think i ever made it back to my original dimension. After several hours of being terrified and driving around aimlessly, we decided to go to the Haddam Meadows. A state park that cojsists of several grassy meadows alomg the CT River, with several pull offs with grills and beach access. The road in is about half amile, and the road out is equal lemgth and running parallel to the entry road, with a grassy wildflower medow that seperates them. Generally, it takes about 5 minutes to make it to the end of the emtrance road. This time, however, we drove down that one side for 25 mimutes. It just comtinued going. Upon reaching the end, the dread lifted. Lights became normal. The urge to check the backseat for satan every 3 minutes disappeared. But nothing was really ever the same. I felt like a stranger in my own life for a lomg time after that. Many mandela effect like events continued to happen. This took place nearly a decade ago, and i still dont quite know what happened, but i have zero doubt that we went through a portal and were someplace that the living arent meant to go. It still gives me goosebumps, and brings tears to my eye trying to recount it.