Old Stinker Beast, the Werewolf of Barmston Drain is seen killing a German Shepherd

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.

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North East Accounts, Derbyshire Moorland Beast, Bi-pedal Figures and Snarls

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.

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Black Weir Pond Epping Forest 1974. Two Boys Have a Terrifying Experience

 

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.

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NEW YOUTUBE CHANNEL — DEBORAH HATSWELL’S WORLD OF THE STRANGE

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.

 

Until Next Time, Deborah.                   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrOgtYXPq-bHwdNfFXa0K0w

The Night Visitor. A Seven Foot “Ape Like Man” Came into the Room

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.

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The Henley Invisible Tree Snapper. “it moved through that canopy unseen”

Hello Deborah

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.

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“British (Bigfoot) Invasion;” Encounter with Man-Ape in English Park.

The National Cryptid Society today released this article.

You may have seen some recent articles on the “British Bigfoot” phenomenon, or perhaps you’ve seen more talk of unknown hominids in the wilds of the UK on various social media platforms.  However, there is a researcher who has been at the forefront of data gathering and mapping of sightings in the UK.  Deborah Hatswell has been researching cryptid encounters in her homeland for decades, and has a wealth of information on those sightings on her website britishbigfootsightingreports.com.

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Ben Nevis. Wild Campers Report, Something Walking around the Tent & Blood Curdling Screams.

These are a collection of Accounts from the Ben Nevis Mountain range.  An area with multiple accounts, far too many to mention here.  If you would like to view more of them visit British Bigfoot and other Creatures Map

Footsteps in the Night

Some years ago now myself and my friends decided to do a wild camp at the campsite at the foot of Ben Nevis and walk the mountain the next day spending the following night sleeping rough on the mountain, which I thought would be a nice little adventure and give us something to talk about for years to come.  Our first night’s camp was pretty uneventful.  The second night things changed!!!

Sleeping in a damp cold bivvy is not at all pleasant.  I did finally drop off to sleep but I woke up for some unknown reason in the middle of the night.  As I lay awake I could hear footsteps walking round us.  At first I was quite interested in this, as I thought an animal of some description had paid us a visit.  But as time went on I began to realise this was definitely a two legged creature,  with quite purposeful steps.  The footsteps, by now, were really close – only a couple of feet away, and I started to get the chills and had a massive fear come over me from nowhere, I was on high alert instantley.

The Trail Down Ben Nevis at Night

Given my colleagues were also only a couple of feet away, I had no real reason to worry as they (apart from anything else) are big and very strong.  Eventually I calmed myself and drifted off to sleep.  I remember waking up at around 0:600 hrs with ice covering the outside of the bivvy.  I decided to pack everything up and walk to the campsite for a well deserved lovely hot shower.

The other two eventually packed up their equipment and followed me down the mountain.  Dean complained heavily about my kicking him in the head as his bivvy was on the ground at my feet?  Simon complete with smoking jacket and cravat said he slept like a baby.  I only briefly thought in passing about the footsteps creeping round us during the night, but put it down to being over tired and possibly being awoken in half slumber where dreams can get mixed up with reality and therefore didn’t feel it necessary to tell the others.

Having got ourselves nice and clean with warm dry clothes it was time to make our way back south. The drive was, as usual, monotonous, especially when we arrived at the M6 motorway.  By then we had run out of things to talk about until Dean said “did you hear any footsteps walking round us last night?”  and at this point I realised I hadn’t dreamt it after all.

Ben Nevis at Night

We discussed this for a while and none of us could explain it, Simon simply did not hear it as he slept right through and Dean, to this day, has never given it much thought.  I still have no idea what it was, and, as this was some years ago,  will never know, only that it was a strange experience.

We had a safe journey home and true to his word Dean has never walked up a mountain again.  For my part, it was something I wouldn’t have missed for the world and I look back on that little adventure with such fond memories.  I still have the bivvy bag and have not slept in it since, simply because the opportunity hasn’t arisen.  Simon given he didn’t hear the footsteps has not given it a second thought.  Writing this I still get the chills about who, or what, it may have been.

Trish Haill  Original Source

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Box Hill Ape Sighting, British Bigfoot or Ape? 2012

Box Hill is a summit of the North Downs in Surrey, approximately 19 miles  south-west of London. The hill takes its name from the ancient box woodland found on the steepest west-facing chalk slopes overlooking the River Mole. The western part of the hill is owned and managed by the National Trust, whilst the village of Box Hill lies on higher ground to the east. The highest point is Betchworth Clumps at 735 ft.  Box Hill lies within the Surrey Hills Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and forms part of the Mole Gap to Reigate Escarpment Site of Special Scientific Interest. The north- and south-facing slopes support an area of chalk downland, noted for its orchids and other rare plant species.

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