King Philips Town & Indian Mound
 
We started hiking down a dirt road with some woods and overgrown pastures on each side. We came across a gate which was very old and beat up. The area was almost to quiet as we were marching down a grassy dirt road.
 
We noticed fences on both sides of us and there was some pastures with many large trees growing in the middle of them. Some of these pastures looked very unused and you could tell this was an old farming area. Vines were growing all over the fences and at times the road was very over grown and narrow.
 
At one point I heard a bunch of branches snap heavily turned over and seen two red eyes. I had to do a double take and it turned out to be a cow. But still that is enough to really get the adrenaline pumping.
 
I did not feel at home here something kept bothering me the whole time we were hiking like a get out type of feeling. The road seemed endless as it was so dark up ahead like it had no end. At times the trees draped over it and the little farm house way out across from the pasture became more and more dim.
 
We walked for about a mile and at times I heard movement possibly animals it was a very serene out here perhaps with a lot of wildlife.
 
We then came on out to a clearing where the road split up in two ways. We did not take the left passage since we wanted to mainly focus on the Indian Mound and King Philips Town Location in the woods. We found a plaque on a wooden board marking the location of the Shell Midden and King Philips Town.
 
We went through the brush behind the wood sign and there was this giant tree with all kinds of flower buds. There it was we were right on top of the Indian Mound. It was no more then eight feet in height but their appeared to be a couple rolling little hills right along the bank of the St. Johns River.
 
We found laying on top of the mound piles of concrete with metal rusty piping and something else made of metal crushed by a slab. I am not sure if this was part of a structure or pier at one time. I found this one rock behind the mound that extended over the swamp. We also found this one tree full of thousands of ants on its trunk I almost backed into it.
 
It was pretty eerie back here and off in the distance I heard something but not sure what it was. But I do not think for a moment we were alone here. We climbed down the side of the mound and stood along the flooded banks of the river. It seemed the river was consuming the area. We saw lily pads, trees growing in the water, muddy water etc We turned our backs and started to walk away when something hit the water really hard.
 
We shined our lights and there was no sign of anything no fish or gator. So the answer I have is that it was unknown to what caused the noise. But the timing was perfect at catching us off guard. Most of the Indian mound is surrounded by water and the noise in the water occurred next to it so its hard to say.
 
We saw a trailer out in the middle of the overgrown field so we investigated it taking the road to the right. There was a really uncomfortable feeling as it sat in the middle of this field. We had to hike through some pretty thick grass to get to it.
 
There was some old wood furniture inside but there was signs nobody had been in this trailer a very long time. The walls were rotted, their was giant crab spiders, webs all over the place, a pile of manure in the middle of the floor and I felt as if something was not in here ghostly but rather the ghostly were watching us from the outside windows.
 
I heard something hit the trailer it almost felt like it shook. I also heard some movement and odd sounds outside the trailer as we were getting ready to exit. I do believe something was out there moving around and watching.
 
Behind the trailer towards the river we seen another structure which turned out to be a wooden fishing cabin which was quite considerable in size. We went up onto the porch and the screens were all ripped. There was no signs that anybody had been here in at least a few years.
 
There was no way to enter into the cabin but we did look into the windows and it was very preserved inside.We could see some furniture and such. We also noticed by the door an old Indian statue which seems to have been put there to guard the door. I understood it and why it was put there so I took a photo of it.
 
The cabin was more like a cottage but it also seemed that the St. Johns River bank was starting to consume it. There was swamp on the river side surrounding it and reaching its edge.
 
We walked around to the kitchen side of the cottage and spotted an office lamp as well as fancy vase. It was really cozy here and obviously served those who use to enjoy this place which was a fishing camp.
 
I walked around the side and started to step into the wet lands. I had to be real careful cause I am very sure there was some alligators back in here. The cottage was built into the bank so one end was on stilts. We then after enough photos started walking into a more woodsy area and spotted more structures.
 
There was a twisted metal shed and garage made out of wood and metal. This was real old and we walked into one of the structures up some wood steps. We practically walked into a hive of many wasp and bees nest. My head hit some of them and when we shined the light upwards we seen many wasp in hibernation just ready to attack. There was also a black window inside here so yeah not good!
 
We walked out and I heard owls off in the distance. Along a barbed wire and broken fence I spotted a metal garage and overgrown animal yard. We took a few photos of this rusted and twisted pile of debris. It appeared that it was years since anything of the living walked back in here. The paint even on the wood fence was cracked, peeling, and felt like rubber.
 
This area is where we brushed up against sand spur brush and we were covered by them. If you have not experienced these things lets put it this way if you try to remove them from your skin or clothing they will prick your fingers making them bleed.
 
We walked around the animal pen probably at one time a donkey or horse was kept in here and I found a hidden road. This road twisted and turned in a very spread out kind of woods. At times there was swampy areas but for the most part it was very wide open and we lost the road at times.
 
Eventually we came out to a pasture and we heard a dog act up way off in the distance barking like crazy. We were hoping that the dog was on a leash and was not seeking us out. Then that is when I heard a gun shot. Jason did not hear it then we heard another. Then eventually three in a row and a fourth one.
 
I decided to take another route and back trace rather then run across the pasture back to the road which we originally came in. We decided not to talk and kept very quiet for our hike back towards the various structures along the river.
 
The dog we no longer heard barking in the distance. I did however heard a branch crack very loudly near the abandoned trailer. I also heard a new type of owl maybe it was not. It was apparently that whoever fired the gun was afraid of what was out here as well.
 
We made it back to the country road we hiked in on things felt a lot more unfriendly or different. I felt watched and as if at anytime someone might come to confront us. But that was not the case we made it back to the car. But as we got closer to the old gates off to the left of me in a pasture was these odd bird sounds may have been even bats.
 
The sounds became worst this was not normal it sounded like a warning signal as if something was nearby startling the birds. It was way off towards the woods across the pasture and we were at the car. Jason said something to me but at the same time he talked I could have sworn I heard screaming or the sound of a woman off in the distance.
 
The place was very weird lots of cold spots, movement, screams, branches breaking, crazed farmers and secluded areas. The one thing that was different here is that this is one of the only places in Florida I have visited that had a northern like fauna. There was no palm trees, tropical plants etc lots of oaks trees back here.
 
I am not sure what was out there watching but being that this was a temporary village for the Seminole Indians and King Phillip a famous Indian chief, a ghost town, and Fishing camp there could be anything back here. I was very excited that I found the Indian mound since its very well hidden very few know about this one.
 
After we peeled out of there a cop on his way to a call came speeding past me I thought he was going to pull me over for speeding but we got lucky and so I pulled over near an abandoned airfield. The airfield was now being used for garbage and we were not able to enter but it was just a relief being away from King Philips Town and the gun fire. We then visited our last location of the night which was Fort Lane Park.