Way back near the start of this journey, before I had learned anything at all, I walked alone to spot associated with a local legend. Before I reached that place, I had an uncanny experience; a feeling that something nasty was watching me. It seems a long time ago.
I now receive newsletters from an Anomalous Phenomena group. I like them because they seem to have a broader range of interests, and nobody has mentioned Bingo to me yet. They appear to do plenty of business by e-mail, with pictures.
The second newsletter I received contained an article about the valley near the place where I felt the presence. I read thrilling new stories about some kind of dangerous entity menacing people in that area. The AP group had taken a prowl around one evening, but had met nothing. After only two months of thinking about doing it, I e-mailed the editor with my tale. He took no interest, so I carried on anyway.
Then I looked for stories about the place on the Paranormal Database. Last year, I knew nothing about these networks or these sources of information. Today, I can find out what stories other people are telling. There was no story of other people feeling glared at on the path, but people have claimed the site is haunted by the ghost of a child with black hair, and some say they have heard disembodied voices. Wonderful. Oddly enough, I have still found no mention of that first story I had heard, long before I started this project. It was something about a phantom piper. Where did I hear it? What is happening in that little area, that it should give rise to so many different tales? Is it something in the air? Is it radioactive rock? Local mushrooms? Are there other places like it? I will have to go back. As I think I pointed out before, that valley is less than fascinating to look at. If I felt inclined to invent spooky stories, I could choose a dozen more convincing locations within a short moorland mile or two. Time for a walk.
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