Witness Account: I was out walking on Sunday 27th August 2018. It was around 7pm. We entered Millbank woods at Kildale. ( Millbank wood is a peaceful wood a short walk from Stamner village. You can either follow the bridle path or go across the fields to get up to the wood which lies along the top of the hill. It is part of the Stamner Park walking route.) The path in the woods in parts is a valley, with sides that slope upward and the path is at the bottom. We walked down the path and then on down to the waterfall. I felt as if I was being watched once I was down at the waterfall. It was a horrible eerie feeling. I walk all over day and night and this feeling has never happened before. I was with my husband and we wandered around the base of the waterfall for a short time to give the dog a drink then we both sat down. As we were sitting there we heard a growl and the sounds of something on the path above us as if something had walked up above. My dog also heard the noises on the path and looked up.
A large stick came down at us. We brushed this off at first as it is a wood but then something else came down on to us. We sat there for a few minutes I felt very uneasy the whole time as though whatever it was up there was watching us, my husband also felt the same. We climbed up to the top of the path the same way we had come down and my dog immediately picked up a scent so I knew something had recently walked above us, within minutes. I live in a rural area so my dog is use to picking up the scents of animals. He picks up scents of non human smells and I can tell by his behaviour. I can’t describe the eerie feeling of being watched from the trees. I wanted to leave immediately the feeling was that bad. We continued along the path. We heard another snarl and growl from in the trees. This was not a dog snarl nor was it people in the trees playing a prank, the area is very thick sloping down with trees, bushes and overgrowth.
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I was chatting with one of my friends who also has an interest in the weird and the wonderful and we were discussing that not only do we get face to face accounts of creatures that come in and the figures that are seen but also the amount of Growls and Howls that get reported across the UK by ordinary people just going about their day, Unexplained Screams, Whoops, Howls and Growls some reported as Screeches or Blood Curdling Groans, my friend went on to tell me his experiences with something unseen that growled at him and his Mother, here is his account in his own words: Me and my mum went on holiday to Devon in the early 90’s possibly around 95 at the time we were on a trip to the Devonshire Coast and one evening we went to visit my Auntie and Uncle and my Cousins as they were staying in another holiday camp not too far away. I remember it was getting a bit late and we knew the entertainment planned by the holiday park for that evening was pretty much the same that we had seen at our camp the previous nights and we decided to go back as we were both hungry and we could get some food on our way back to the camp we were staying at.
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This Account came in through the Beasts of Britain Blog: “Hi there… Happy New Year, I’m not sure what this was but here’s a possible encounter that happened to myself and some friends when we were children.
At the time this happened I was around 11 yr old and this happened around 1983/4…
I live in Liverpool UK and grew up in a place called Halewood. There is a fairly large woodland that is intersected by a disused rail line. As far back as I can recall the railway has been out of use, we played there a lot as kids. The woods were a creepy place but lots of us would regularly frequent them, climbing trees or riding our bikes, just doing normal kid stuff, making a racket most day’s. In some parts of the wood the trees grew closely together and were very thick, making it hard to manoeuvre through them, or even enter into them in some places…
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