Don't believe in monsters? In the southern portion of the State of New Jersey lies the desolate forest region known as the Pine Barrens. Dense woods, dark, stagnant pools of brown cedar water, oozing with leeches, and mossy ground fill an area forgotten from the rest of the world. Something horrible and evil exists in this place. That something, the half man - half beast, cast to the devil at its birth, was what the native Lenni Lenape Indians called Amangamek. It is known today as the Jersey Devil. If you think the legend of the Jersey Devil is is just another campfire story, then do this. Drive down Jimmy Leeds road in Galloway Township on a dark moonless night to its birthplace in Leeds Point. Park in that desolate corner of the Barrens and let the dust settle. Acclimate your eyes to the pitch black and listen. All at once you know that you are not alone. Your skin will crawl from the misty chill that hangs in the air like a spider's web across your face. The sickening presence of evil blankets your being. You’ll feel as if something is watching you from inside the cloister of the dark understory of the woods. It is.
Your heart pounds as unexplained sounds and heavy footsteps circle your position. You catch brief glimpses of its blazing red eyes that poke through the small holes in the forest as it moshes through the woods. The rotten smell of death hangs about you in the air like a thick smog. Suddenly, its ear-numbing shriek breaks the dead silence of the night. It crashes through the trees. It is too late to run.
