When I was a kid I found a house

I grew up on Long Island, in a town called Kings Park. We had quite a few spots of dense woods and trails, but they were small, just a few hundred acres, and nothing in comparison to rural or mountain areas.Very close to my house there were two wooded areas, and so I’d go there nearly daily starting from a very young age, less than 7. I very specifically remember visiting one of these spots on a clear day. I was very young, I don’t know why no one was watching me, but I only had a single parent. This particular day I went deeper into the woods than I ever had before. I can remember feeling what I now know was trepidation as I slowly got farther into the woods. A very natural feeling for anyone in that situation especially a child.I want to pause for a moment and share that I never believe people when they tell stories of paranormal experiences, and I always write off whatever things I experience throughout my life that cannot be explained logically and rationally. However, I’ve had a few experiences throughout childhood that have stuck with me, and I just really need to get them off my chest. So I’ll finish this story, and I’m not looking for trust, just to release myself of this.I continued through the woods until I came across a home. I remember that I was approaching it from the back and side, and I figured the front door must be on the other side of the home. I can remember recognizing that it was of course, old. As an adult now, I can place the architecture between the 1700 & 1800’s and that wouldn’t be too old for the area. I remember the windows were dark, no light coming from inside, and the glass was intact. There was a fireplace that I want to say I recall being made of stones. And of course the various random plants of the woods were overgrown around it, but not taking over the home. The structure was not clean, not maintained, not groomed, but at the same time it seemed approachable and habitable. I was a very curious, courageous, and adventurous kid, and I so I wanted to explore more and enter the house, but I felt strongly compelled to leave, and leave quickly. It gets darker faster in heavy woods, and the light was fading. So I ran. And I ran through the woods to the street, and I kept going for a few blocks till I felt the feeling of being chased leave me.For a few years I was afraid of those woods, and I never went more than just a few feet in until I was a teenager. Once a few friends and I went in to smoke weed. Another time a girlfriend and I entered the trails from the opposite side of the woods, and we drove her SUV off-road a little bit before turning around. But neither time did I go in far enough to see the house, and I was conscious of that.In my late 20’s I bought a new mountain bike. The woods were still there, trails untouched, and there had be no development or culling of the woods of any kind over the years. I was out for a ride one day, and I got the thought to go back into those woods, and find that house! So I did. It was a bright, beautiful day. Early spring. And I went into the woods. I felt odd as I went deeper and deeper. Eventually I got to the other side. I went back through it, around it. I investigated every inch of it. There were heavily beaten trails everywhere, jumps for bikes etc. No house. Not even a foot print where it could have stood. No ruins. No signs of trees being removed for trucks to come in and demolish the building. Nothing. It was like it never existed. The woods aren’t that large. You can ride around it on a mountain bike in minutes. It’s big enough to feel alone, small enough to not get lost. I found nothing.So I carry with me the delusion of being a child and clearly seeing this home, feeling the fear of it, feeling watched from the inside, running from it, feeling chased, and then to return and find no evidence that it ever existed.I have the coordinates for you to plug in to google earth so you can see the woods. The woods are bordered by highways and neighborhoods, none are new and all predate even my own existence on this earth. The house I saw was deep in the woods, surrounded by nothing but trees and weeds. No streets, nothing.40°53'23"N 73°16'14"W · 173 ftAnd that’s my story via /r/Paranormal https://ift.tt/33XCuw1