Witness account: I was over Cannock chase with a girlfriend about 25 years ago on a warm summers night when she noticed something in the tree line watching us? And honestly when I looked, it looked like a large man in a fur coat standing in the trees watching us, when I turned on the car lights “it” ran deeper in to the trees. “He” was very big and it did look as though he was sloughed over as well, (leaning forward) the side of him as I saw him through the trees looked like a bodybuilder. I didn’t hear anything on the night, strange not even when he moved through the trees. I never knew there were strange things happening over the chase until one of my friends mentioned it about a year ago. This happened to me close to the German Cemetery at Cannock.
Weather- 4.5c to 6c, clear and sunny but later on some cloud cover, visibility very good
Well today was a quick search of Nuney Green, zone 1, my favourite area or old stomping ground. It’s New Year and I thought a quick visit was in order just to show my furry friends last year was not a one off but part of an ongoing process; my ultimate goal is to finally somehow get a Werewolf close enough and take some photos which I hope will show irrefutable proof of these guys. How I do this or how I get them to come to me in a friendly fashion is still a work in progress.
A couple of interesting reports from the Cleadon Area in the North East. Situated between countryside and shore, with an abundance of resources and cover, Cleadon would seem an ideal place for an encounter – but to have two separate witnesses report similar accounts at the same time to separate sources, speaks to the fact that something 7ft tall and hairy, that looks like a man, is walking the country roads of Cleadon. Locally it is known as the “Geet”, which is another of the names used to describe upright, hairy bi-pedal figures. The Cleadon Geet 2002/3
What happened took place when I was aged 16. I’m from Whitburn and had been to see my girlfriend who lived in East Boldon. It’s a bit of a walk so I used to catch the last bus which was at around 11pm, and I often used to miss it, meaning I’d have to walk home, which took around an hour. My well used and normal route was to walk along Cleadon Lane, a dark country road heading into Whitburn. It was a bit over grown with no lighting so you couldn’t see clearly – it was an eerie place to walk.
I would like to report something that happened to me and a friend when we were fishing the lochan last month. We are two fisherman from Scotland and we were fishing for pike in a small lochan within the Loch Lomond National Park. It’s something we both enjoy doing, and we try to get outdoors whenever we can.