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I was 18 at the time and serving in the Air Force. As part of the Air Force Military Police, I had to undertake part of my training at Fort Dix, New Jersey. I will never forget what happened one night at that base. Before going into the military, I was part of a close band of friends who had a strong interest in the paranormal. We basically "dabbled" in the occult. It was nothing too serious -- Ouija Boards, seances, table levitation, psychometry, etc. After going into the military, I felt quite removed from "my native element" since I no longer had such contact with these friends at home. This was probably one of the most depressing times in my life. Fort Dix was the last stage in my Security Police training, and there were many things that obviously took my mind off of my friends at home. With all the training that I was attempting to keep up with, it's a wonder that I had any time to really think about anything outside of the military life.

One evening, my squadron had returned from a hard day of field training exercises. We returned to our barracks just in time to clean up and "hit the sack". Our barracks consisted of a two story, multi-roomed building, and each room consisted of enough space for only two occupants. My room was vacant -- except for myself -- because I had not yet been assigned a roommate. I finally got done with putting my things in order at about 11:30 that evening. Going over to my desk lamp, I turned it off and went to my bed (which was opposite the door). I was extremely tired and went to sleep without any problems.

Sometime after having fallen asleep, I was awakened with a feeling of being in the presence of "something evil". It was a "heavy" feeling (almost like having several wool blankets placed over my body). Having awoken on my back, I found that even the slightest movement of my limbs was impossible, and the best I could do was move my eyes. I was terrified. All that I could think to do was to avert my sight from whatever it was that was gaining entry to my room. I turned my sight to the wall on my left and noticed a dim light (which was reflecting off the wall) slowly appear and then disappear. After the light had gone, I heard the scuffle of what seemed to be a couple of tiny creatures quickly walking around on the floor. Not being able to take the suspense for much longer, I turned my eyes to the foot of my bed. My stomach suddenly tightened. I will never forget what I saw. Standing at the foot of my bed were three distinct figures. Although the room was dark, I could see these figures because they seemed to radiate a "darker radiance" of their own. It almost appeared to be a "radiant black mist" that enveloped each one of them.

As I lay there and looked at them, I was able to get a better look at who (or what) was standing at my feet. The three of them were very tall, in fact, I would estimate that they were no less than eight feet in height -- with the tallest one standing in the middle. A dry, bitter cold seemed to radiate from them as they seemed to be whispering something back and forth. I was becoming more and more terrified as I felt that these beings held some form of hostility toward me. The atmosphere in the room was charged with what felt like an "electrostatic tension". Before these "visitors", my room was a warm 80 degrees, but now it seemed almost chillingly cold. The appearance of these three beings seemed to "shimmer" like a heat mirage, and it was at about that point that I fearfully forced my eyes back upon the wall to my left. The next thing that I remember is that the paralysis left my body. The room seemed to be back to the unpleasant 80 degrees and I felt as though I were alone.

Slowly getting up from my bed, I cautiously walked over to the light, turned it on and looked around the room. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I went over to the door and opened it. Walking into the hallway, I went over to the Dorm guard (a person who is chosen to keep watch over the dorm) and asked him if anyone had been through the hallway lately. He looked up from reading his book and -- giving me a questioning look -- said that nobody had been through the dorm since he had begun his watch. He even showed me his log sheets to prove his point. I went back to my room, turned off the light and went back to bed. I didn't know what to think about what had happened, but I sure as heck wasn't going to tell anyone in my squadron what had happened. I was, after all, trying to train in the military -- not trying to get out.

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I really don't know, if I can help. This is not only from what I remember in the nine years living at McGuire AFB next to Fort Dix, but of people I became friends with as well. I worked at a couple of retail stores in Burlington and one of the coworkers I befriended was also born at Fort Dix. Now, she told me she was born in the hospital at the time, which were those one story baise trailer barracks looking buildings. I am not sure if that was called Walson, because at the time I lived there, this hospital was still standing, and Walson was around. I do believe the tall building itself was built around the sixties, so it may have been the building in question, that you were born in. The one story trailer looking building was torn down a few years after 1995. The tall building, that I knew as Walson, is also closed, and the built a 'clinic' behind the commissary/Px/Bx. I cannot remember if they named it Walson. Now, as for Hospital records, I don't know how you would get them, unless you call records at Fort Dix information. Since, the first hospital is gone, Walson is empty, and there is a new building now. I think the best bet, is to call Fort Dix records.

Please pardon the zombie thread - but I wanted to add my own two cents into this:

Here are the things that I can confirm after my time stationed there in the early 1990s:

1. The "Garden Terrace Ghost". My ex-wife and I saw him on more than one occasion ourselves - long before we had heard the stories that it was a ghost. Blonde kid, jeans, bright red hat, and jean jacket. He would always be walking along the road and then seemingly "disappear" whenever we got close enough with the car headlights. At this point, he was considered by all of us in the neighborhood to be a kid that was up to no good.

2. The sounds of drilling and cadence done near the Doughboy Inn by what sounded like hundreds of soldiers. It only happened at night, and if we went to see what was going on - the area was empty and silent.

3. The 1993 murder-suicide story. I was part of the SPRINT (Special Psychiatric Rapid Intervention Team) team involved in the case. A WWII vet killed his wife with a hammer because he was terrified of going for treatment at Walson, claiming the hospital was possessed. He escaped and got onto McGuire AFB (which adjoins Ft. Dix) with a firearm, was surrounded by Air Force Security, and threatened to kill himself. The head Psychiatrist and I were dispatched to negotiate his surrender. Shortly after arriving and attempting to talk him down for about an hour and a half, he shot and killed himself. The body was taken to Walson Hospital and stored for 2 hours, then removed out the loading dock exit and onto an awaiting ambulance to avoid media coverage. The entire time during the negotiation process, the man was adamant that he would rather die than be treated in a possessed building.

4. The sealed-off basement. I have no idea what was there. Rumors were that it was a research and development area in the late 60s and early 70s. No one knew why it was filled with concrete - and there is absolutely no logical explanation to it. It was not done to strengthen the foundation, as it was not filled all the way up (there's about a 2.5 to 3 foot space between the concrete and the ceiling). It looked as though they pulled cement trucks up and just dumped their loads in as quickly as possible... like to contain radiation (though that is merely speculation on my part).

5. The upper floors from the Mental Health Clinic (the old psych ward) to the top floor were a matter for themselves. Yes - it is true that the elevator would have a mind of it's own. Depending on the time of day, the elevator would simply skip floors - or open halfway between floors. No amount of maintenance checks found anything wrong with it. The lights would go off and on by themselves for no reason. Chairs would fall over by themselves. Doors would close or open by themselves. One time, all alone on the top floor, I felt a hand grab me on the shoulder - even though I was by myself. The internal red "fire" phone in the Mental Health Clinic would receive phone calls from Miramar Naval Air Station (you know, "Top Gun") from personnel that did not exist. The upper floors would be cold enough to see your breath in the Jersey hot summer - even though these floors were not air-conditioned.

6. Several times on Fir Street we saw glowing red eyes near the play area - our cats were terrified to go outside of the house and would pee and cry to come in if they were put just outside the door on our porch.

7. Range Road is also a special place. There were a lot of bodies discovered there in just a couple of years - either skeletons or decomposed bodies - in the swamp and marsh areas. They were always chalked up to "missing soldiers" from the past - but more than one of them were mangled beyond what you would find in a simple death or (as often rumored) a mob hit. I also saw on more than one occasion squads of soldiers patrolling there - even though this area was far from the firing ranges and that it was part of the reservation not to be used for training purposes. They seemed to be definately looking for something. Whether or not this has anything whatsoever to do with the Jersey Devil I cannot really comment on.

All I can say is that I experienced the absolute strangest things in my life in that area that have no logical explanation.

Hi all-I haven't been on here in ages-but I read some of the posts since I posted and I have to tell you a few things. First-they have ripped down all the streets above Fir and put in new privatized housing.Seriously-it looks nice-but I feel creepy up there. I don't get the willies in the old housing. Before they bull dozed the old houses my friend and I would walk our toddlers around up there and speculate about who lived in all the houses.

My dog died last week and we marched off into the woods by Ash Street to bury her-there is a gravel road back there and we found a peacefyl spot. But it seems like everywhere my husband tried to dig there was concrete or bricks in the soil. As far as I know there were never houses there.So anyone know what that was? Weird.

I don't get the creeps in our neighborhood. I have walked around alone at night for exercise and feel no fear at all-even from the living. I also have driven by the end of Cedar where that boys ghost is supposed to be and never seena thing-maybe his "problem" was resolved and he moved on. Or maybe he was just looking out for someone or waiting for them? Or maybe I can't see "ghosts".

The lady next door to me died last summer and left behind 4 kids-and I've never really felt anything of her around. Maybe she didn't hang around.

I will try and get some pictures for you all of Walson-which I found out my high school boyfriend was born there-small world! And it does not have razor wire or anything around it-cars are sometimes parked there.Maybe they use the building for something now? I heard there were Army offices there now. One poster described a building that was fenced etc-thats probably the prison on base.Its pretty close to housing.Looks to be secure.Anyways-will get back in a few days and post some pics.

Sorry to hear about your dog!

I know where you're talking about - in that area were buildings in the early 1900s that were bulldozed - apparently that's what you guys found.



I know I'd really appreciate some new photos - thank you very much for the offer!