In the town of Calrstadt, NJ, a cobblestone road on Park Lane is believed to be a meeting place for Ku Klux Klan members a long time ago. A tunnel is buried between the trees and wells which led to the meeting spot of the members. This would be under the road itself. It is also believed that there is part of the Underground Railroad lead by Harriet Tubman passing from under Broad Street’s steep hill.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- Park Lane
Carlstadt, NJ
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 40.8388444, -74.08907740000001
- County:
- Bergen County, New Jersey
- Nearest Towns:
- Carlstadt, NJ (0.1 mi.)
Wood-Ridge, NJ (0.5 mi.)
East Rutherford, NJ (0.5 mi.)
Rutherford, NJ (1.3 mi.)
Hasbrouck Heights, NJ (1.4 mi.)
Wallington, NJ (1.6 mi.)
Teterboro, NJ (2.1 mi.)
Moonachie, NJ (2.3 mi.)
Passaic, NJ (2.4 mi.)
Lyndhurst, NJ (2.6 mi.)
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I GREW UP AND PLAYED DAILY IN THE PARK LANE WOODS IN 1950S60S, NO KLAN, NO UNDERGROUND RAILROAD HISTORY, BUT THERE ARE CAVES/TUNNELS UNDER BROAD ST PARALELL TO LILAC LANE UNDER THE APARTMENT COMPLEX AND ACCESIBLE FROM THE OLD SHEEHEYS LIQUOR STORE AND OR THE LAST DOOR OF THE APARTMENT COMPLEX BUILT ON SITE OF THE OLD ZIMMERMANS HALL.ASK MAYOR AND COUNCIL FOR ACCESS ,NOT APT MANAGER……BOB LINKE
There are weird noices down there. I lived on 6th at the bottom of the hill and while that liquor store was there till 1990 I think but we would go in there and it would be really cold. It’s good that its closed off.
As a boy in the 1970s, growing up in neighboring East Rutherford I attended SundaySchool at St. Joe’s in preparation for my Confirmation. It was at St. Joe’s that I came in contact with the spirit of a dead priest who spoke to me during times of silent prayer. The Preist, who never revealed his name, had a German accent and instructed me to meet him in the underground tunnel. I never knew that the tunnels where there but was instructed to gain access through the liquor store, which was owned by a friend of my father’s.
I entered the tunnel the first time, thinking that I would be privy to some miracle – like in The Song of Bernadette or The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima. Instead I encountered the specter of the dead German priest -he appeared to be made of vapor but had fine detail and ice cold hands with a powerful grip. During my first meeting, paralyzed with fear, he told me to undress. I stood there with my 15 year old mouth opened literally shaking in fear. I was too afraid to move.
He smacked me swiftly with his freezing hand and deftly unbuckled my pants. He then twisted my head turning me around and he pushed my head and torso forward with an incredibility strong shove. This rendered me bent over and he immediately penetrated my with a freezing phallus. The pain was immense and I collapsed on the ground. He smashed my head into the cold stone pavement and kicked my legs apart. He then fell upon me, entered me again and sodomized my rectum until he orgasmed inside me.
He then disappeared. My knees were scraped and bloodied as were the palms of my hand. My butt-hole was freezing and hurt inside as I pulled myself off of the dirty, damp stone. When I stood up and bent over to pull my underpants and jeans up, five or six small frozen milky white cubes – the size of sugar cubes – fell from my rectum, hit the floor and began to melt quickly.
I reached back to touch myself, expecting to see blood on my fingers, but it was only this milky substance that smelled slightly of chlorox or ammonia. I went home and told my mom I tripped running up the hill on Hoboken Road on my way home.
I was too scared and embarrassed to tell anyone what happened that day.
Did you ever see him again? When you first saw him, was it inside of the church? I am so sorry that you had that experience. Keeping you in prayer.
Are you claiming to have been raped by a dead ghost of a priest?
Did you ever see him again? When you first saw him, was it inside of the church? I am so sorry that you had that experience. Keeping you in prayer.