Before I recount a second hand story, I’ll give you some background on myself.
I’m new to this subject after being drawn in by videos on You Tube and on channels like ‘impossible visits’ and ‘sasquatch chronicles’. Something of a personal interest to me are the stick and tree structures as I am a tree surgeon by profession, but not just because of my work. I have also spent many months camping and working in woodland areas when I was younger, so I would consider myself a good judge of what may or may not be ‘natural. Im used to weather damage in the woods and natural rot and disease.
My encounter happened a few years ago at night in I think around September, when I had gone out on a remote excursion to see a meteor shower It was the first time I’d ever been there. I’d like to remain anonymous but you can pass my sighting along to anybody you think could benefit from the knowledge or may be interested in hearing about my encounter. The night that it all happened it was slightly wet weather and I was camping up near a Ward Hole Crag, I had settled in for the night when I realised I was not alone. I first noticed there was something watching me from outside the camp and this lasted for about 15 or 20 minutes. I kept watch as the creature lurked around the area where I was camping, constantly on the go and seemingly moving every few moments to a different spot from which to apparently get a better view and watching me the whole time.
I will be honest, I was scared for a while there, not by anything the creature did or any noise it made, but it kept changing position and watching me constantly, in fact it was very unnerving and I was quite frightened at the time but it never made a sound other than the sound of it getting up and running a short distance where it would squat down again and seemed to be watching me from about as far away as half a football pitch distance. It wouldn’t stay in any spot for more than a few moments, every couple of minutes at the most it would squat there, before lunging up and running off sideways to a different vantage point, where it would squat down again and peer at me. I didn’t have a fire going at the time so I was fairly well in the dark but the sky provided a slight bit of light, just enough to see the thing as it lurked around my area. From that position it looked to be maybe three or four feet tall but when it lurched away it became maybe five feet tall but hunched, over looking a bit like a stereotype image of a soldier scurrying across a WWI battlefield trying to stay low, only moving astonishingly fast. No human could move like that. It was absolutely terrifying.
I got the impression it was trying to see what? or who? I was, which was why it kept moving quickly from one vantage point to another, but never coming right up close enough to me to give me a really good look. It felt like I was being scrutinised by something that was perfectly at home there and I felt like an unwanted intruder.
As you can imagine, I didn’t sleep at all that night. I just huddled there in the cold waiting for daylight, and when it was almost morning I made my way back out of there, but I was keeping a watch behind me the whole way out, just in case it was still there, but as far as I could tell it was gone. It was a really intimidating thing to feel like I was being watched from the darkness and it put me right off camping for about three or four years which is most unlike me, but something like that leaves quite an impression on you. I’m planning on returning to the area in the next summer for another camping trip, this time more prepared. I don’t know what to expect.
Whatever it was, it was probably somewhat annoyed at my being there that night which could explain the intimidating scrutiny I felt like I was getting. Also I doubt that this matters to the account but before it happened I heard sheep off in the distance sounding like they were being harassed by something about 15 minutes before I first noticed that something was lurking in the darkness around me. Then during the encounter it kept getting closer and closer little bit at a time but never coming too close. It was enough to frighten the shit out of me and yes I would have buggered off immediately except that to get there in the first place I’d had to walk all the bleedin’ way back to where I’d parked. It was a pretty inhospitable landscape with a lot of places to fall into and things to trip over even in the daylight and in the dark of night I certainly didn’t fancy trekking all the way back from the middle of nowhere with God knows what following me. I was too scared to leave the spot I was in because at least I was camped up next to some big boulders and partly sheltered from the damp weather, so that’s why I just sat it out until the sky began to get light and made a break for it then.
This has put me off camping wild for a while now, and to be honest I keep thinking about what or who was watching me that night.
The Sun Reported Dog walker tells of close encounter with hairy Apeman who ran past her deep in the woods. A woman out walking her dog in an area used by many dog walker’s and hikers told a local newspaper how she came face-to-face with a hairy upright Apeman on the Sussex Downs. Caroline Toms, 34, took this grainy photo of a huge Bigfoot she claims ran past her in the woods. She was confronted by the terrifying beast — covered head-to-toe in thick black fur and crouching upright like a man — as she walked her border collie Ash. The description fits the describe of the British Bigfoot given by hundreds of witnesses over the years, said to be elusive and wild there are many theories as to what is behind these sightings, Ms Toms said the creature she saw resembled the American Bigfoot creature.
Sinister sightings at a Hull beauty spot are sending chills up the spines of supernatural enthusiasts. Faye Preston talks to Mike Covell about the Beast of Barmston Drain. Many who grew up in Hull will have happy memories of whiling away the summer holidays along the banks of Barmston Drain. But a shadow is being cast over that idyllic scene by strange reports of a “half-man, half-dog” creature that has been spotted stalking through the grass and killing anything in its way.
A researcher and filmmaker Chris Turner Youtube Channel, who whilst busy with his new film Elusive, a documentary on the British Bigfoot, was contacted by a fellow Youtuber who had some experiences he wanted to share, Chris then kindly passed them over to me here at British Bigfoot. The young man in question is making no claims here, he is merely sharing some strange experiences whilst out wild camping with friends that have happened to him and others over the years.
Witness Statement: My first experience with what has become known as the North East Derbyshire Moorland Beast was in the August of 1984. I was bivouac camping with my cousin at a place called Blackamoor, Totley just outside Sheffield. I was about 14 and I was visiting family in the school holidays. We had set up the tents and a camp, and it had been a fun day and as evening drew in we called it a night. I got into the tent at around 11 pm and we both decided to try get some sleep.
One of the Witnesses to the British Bigfoot/Wildman has today made a video of his account in Epping Forest in 1974. NE Wildman Research had an experience back then with a friend when they were fishing in the Blackweir pond area. Known to locals as The Lost Pond or even The Suicide Pond it is an eerie place to be in the daytime, let alone at night with only a pocket knife for protection.
NE Wildman Research: The Lost Ponds is a strange place at the best of times, I have been to that area so many times as a boy with my friends, we would fish late or just play as boys do coming home when we were hungry, there was a weird feeling to this place even in the day but this night it got weirder still. The lost pond is in the area of Loughton Camp within Epping Forest, one of the old Hill forts from ancient times.
The proper name for the water source was the Blackweir Pond, but it was known to us locals as the Lost Pond because it is hidden away in the middle of the forest in a hard location to get into and it is not visible to any passers by, there are large trees and bushes all around it, so that’s how it got its name but not its reputation. Even the pond itself has an eerie feel It was strange circular-ish pond where we used to fish at night for carp. I say strange because it had a local and well told reputation at school as the suicide pond, it always feel dark and solemn when your there to be honest, and its said normal sane individuals would inexplicably be overcome with grief or sadness and throw themselves into the waters and drown themselves for no reason, well that was the local story at least, but we were not deterred from fishing as it was a good little spot, quiet and out of the way. Not many people fished it other than us so it was always a place we would head too, there and “the gravels” were our two favourite spots.
PLEASE Come over and join me at the NEW CHANNEL Over the years as I have collected the British Bigfoot and Cryptid account’s I have been lucky enough to receive and find many a strange tale from across the UK. Folk Lore and the Tales passed down the generation in stories have always interested me, and I will be sharing those tales here.
From feelings of being watched while out in the woods, or strange visitors inside the homes, The Fae and the Wee Folk, Boggarts and Bullbeggers, Werewolves and Ape men and all manner of Strange and Wonderful Creatures, like the Vulture Man of Malvern or the Woodford Ape or travel across the UK for tales like The Bog People and Shadow Stealers and Sawny Bean The Cannibal of Scotland.
I was contacted by a wonderful Lady who had an amazing experience some years ago and she allowed me to share it here with you all.
S: This happened to me some years ago now, and until hearing other people share their encounters with similar beings I felt it was time I shared something that happened to me when we lived in a flat in XXXXX Park E12. It was my husband’s place before we married and we lived on the Top floor. In and old Victorian terraced row of houses. My husband was older than me, and he worked nights on the railway back then, so I was often alone at night. At the back of flat was the kitchen and bathroom, and a really old balcony that looked out onto the back garden, it was in a bad state of repair, so my Husband took it down and dismantled it because it was rotten and dangerous. Before we got a new one, we just had a ladder up to the back. The balcony was above the ground to first floor back door. So this night I had gone to bed as normal and I had a dream that felt so real.
So, my dream – I dreamed one night a few of us were sitting in the lounge, and a seven foot ape like man came walking into the room. We all sat on the sofa terrified. Everyone of us scared to death as he walked around us. My hair on my neck was tingling. I was whispering to the others “don’t look up, don’t look at him” and nobody did. He sort of circled us, then he melted into the corner opposite the door.