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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The Growl, Halewood, North West, 1983

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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Long Calls From the Mountain? Black Mountains Wales

14/12/17: Today I was contacted by a lady researcher in Wales: I was at my home property in Wales tonight about 5 pm when I heard 3 loud unusual calls in the Carmarthen /Brecon Welsh boarder Towns. I was just at home, and there are woodlands at the back of the house, and the calls seemed to be coming from that direction, The house we live in backs onto the woodlands then there are mountains behind that, so there are no buildings or anything in that direction I can think of that the calls could of been. I jumped up but by the time I had made it outside the dogs everywhere in the town were going crazy and drowned out the noise. After a minute everything went quiet so I went back inside. Then about 20 mins later there was one long loud sound again (that I heard) and there may of been more as the dogs went crazy again.

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