My name is mark Thompson and I now live in New Zealand, but originally I lived in England near London, in a town called High Wycombe. My encounter involves the legendary Green Man. The Green Man is a legend of old, and dates back thousands of years just like the native American stories of sasquatch. In my case I grew up next to the Chiltern hills, which span across the southwest to the northwest of London. It is a very dense wooded area and has many legends of the Green Man, Herne the hunter, jack ‘o’ lantern. Willo the wisp, Jack ‘o’ the Green etc. Some parts of the UK were not inhabited until the late 1800’s so forestry was quite big in England.
I was 6 years old when I had my encounter, it happened behind my house where there was a wooded area that led out of my town towards the country side. I was with some older boys who were carrying a ladder to erect a swing on a tree in the middle of this wooded area, there was a meadow full of long grass but in a clearing in the woods. Once we had erected the swing and had goofed around for a bit, the bigger boys had decided it was time to head home. I was the last one to leave.
I can remember following the bigger boys at a distance maybe 20 yards ahead of me. I don’t know what made me stop and look to my left, but on the edge of the meadow beside a large tree there was a huge figure, I remember craning my neck to look up at the creatures face, now I estimate 7-8 feet tall. The creature had lots of long hair draping down from its body which was full of twigs and leaves (like a guilly suit). The face was huge, deep set eyes, the long thin lips were open and it was smiling at me, I thought it was smiling but the rest of it’s face wasn’t, know I think it was showing it’s teeth. I was literally 10 feet away from this thing and I ran, I ran as fast as I could and caught the bigger boys, by this time they were nearing the edge of the woods. I never told anyone about this sighting, for years afterwards I would have nightmares about this creature coming through the woods coming to get me. I would have nightmares that this thing was in our house downstairs. When I laid on the pillow My heart beat would sound like it’s foot steps coming to get me. It really did shake me up, I had no confidence growing up, and I couldn’t get this image out of my head.
Some other people have seen this creature but it has been at night, they mistook it for a ghost.
Just a short walk away is another strange encounter by a British Big Cat researcher. I have camped out in many places overnight and spent days out in the woods in the search of Britain’s Large Cats. I know the diverse habitats in the UK and I understand how large intelligent animals can stay hidden from people and thrive quite easily. I’m used to bushcrafting and nature’s structures and even I am finding things I can’t explain, Like the night in question, I’m not claiming it was a wildman or a cat, i’m simply stating some very strange things happened that night, that I can not explain.
I am curious though, because about 5 months ago I had a very scary experience while solo wild camping over some baits in the valley trying to film big cats. I had set all this up earlier and was just waiting in the hope of luring something in. I had settled down at camp by the fire and was sat quietly and I noticed I wasn’t alone anymore, at first I sensed it, but after a while it seemed like something was out there and “it” would approach me to within perhaps 20 metres and go back again, I could hear breaking sticks and ground movement and I actually thought something was throwing things in my direction. It really sounded like something was throwing branches to get my attention, and whatever “it” was, “it” stayed just out of sight of the fire, there was no lights out there and when I would shine my torch to the area I thought the sticks were coming from, nothing could be seen.
It was very strange and I thought at first somebody was having me one, it’s a long walk there and back for a prank, but I was certain “someone” was there, I actually would shout out to “it” and bark at it with my best dog impression, I kept thinking it was poachers. Eventually it all stopped and went quiet, so I settled down for the night. Later that night I heard a huge bang and crash. I thought it was a gunshot, but thinking about it now I think it was a tree limb being whacked against a tree. I got up and ran out of there! I went back to get my stuff the next day, the camp was fine and nothing was touched.
Until Next Time, Deborah.