(Oddly, it’s been reported that his ghost has been seen lurking around Buckout Road.)
Every 34 days, he walked a clockwise circuit of approximately 365 miles from Westchester to Putnam to Connecticut, spending nights in some 100 caves along the route. The Story: The stranger was first noticed around 1858, an itinerant wanderer dressed year-round in a patched leather suit, estimated to weigh about 60 pounds. After three trials, he was convicted of murder and hanged. He had suspected his wife had been cheating on him, but not with either of his victims. He killed Alfred Rendell, wounded the son, then crushed his wife’s skull with the gun. While his wife, Louisa Ann, was serving refreshments, Isaac excused himself for a moment and came back with a double-barreled shotgun. According to the book Eight Who Were Hanged in White Plains, on New Year’s Day, 1870, Isaac Buckhout invited a neighbor and his son to tea. While the Buckout legends are just that, some nasty things really did occur on the road, perhaps creating a creepy karma that lingers on to this day. Kids today still dare each other to explore the area and come back scared out of their wits!
“The cemeteries used to be big party spots,” says Eric Pleska of White Plains, who is so fascinated by the legends that he created a website about Buckout Road (“I think some of the people who lived in the area made up stories to scare kids away.” It backfired. Then, Buckout Road was a two-mile stretch of very winding road in a remote, woodsy area with few houses and two ancient cemeteries, both with a history of grave-robbings and vandalism. Perhaps it’s a result of the general feeling of spookiness the place evoked before development in the late 1990s. Albinos are extremely rare the idea of a “cult” of them in Westchester-cannibals no less-is downright silly. The Truth As We Know It: Indeed, people were burned as witches in the 1600s, but there is no historical data to prove that three Buckout-area women met that fate, or that Mary Buckhout hanged herself there. But, if that’s not enough to scare you, the ghost of Mary Buckhout (same name, different spelling), who hanged herself from a tree in the area, occasionally returns, dressed all in white.
Don’t believe it? Three Xs mark the spot where they died-on a hill overlooking the cemetery-and, if you drive over the spot, strange things are certain to happen to you. After all, three women accused of witchcraft in the 1600s were burned at the stake right around here. The Story: Cannibal albinos in Westchester? Stop in front of the red house on Buckout Road in West Harrison and-we dare you-beep the horn three times, and…flesh-eating albinos will come out and attack you. Illustration by Tim Grajek The Buckout Flesh-Eating Albinos
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