Mine isn't that remarkable by the standards of others but when I first started night fishing, around the late 90's I fished an old estate lake with a mate.
I was set up on a "point" with only one way in and one way out. It was early March and cold but I had a small one on my margin rod about 2am, landed it and was just getting myself sorted to re-cast the rod when I heard footsteps behind me. I thought it was my mate coming up after hearing my alarm, (Daiwa Sensitrons!) and me landing the fish but I flashed my headtorch around and nobody there.
I didn't think too much of it and carried on getting the rod sorted. Before I put it out though I decided to go and see my mate. When I got round there he was fast asleep so I didn't wake him and waddled back to my swim. Upon entering the swim I heard footsteps again and froze solid, the footsteps continued for about 30 seconds then stopped, it felt like 5 yards in front of me, I flicked on my headtorch again and nothing.
Got back into the swim and re-cast the rod before getting into my bag. The footsteps started again about 5 minutes later, it felt right outside the back of my bivvy. Again I was frozen solid but they eventually faded and that was that!
I was set up on a "point" with only one way in and one way out. It was early March and cold but I had a small one on my margin rod about 2am, landed it and was just getting myself sorted to re-cast the rod when I heard footsteps behind me. I thought it was my mate coming up after hearing my alarm, (Daiwa Sensitrons!) and me landing the fish but I flashed my headtorch around and nobody there.
I didn't think too much of it and carried on getting the rod sorted. Before I put it out though I decided to go and see my mate. When I got round there he was fast asleep so I didn't wake him and waddled back to my swim. Upon entering the swim I heard footsteps again and froze solid, the footsteps continued for about 30 seconds then stopped, it felt like 5 yards in front of me, I flicked on my headtorch again and nothing.
Got back into the swim and re-cast the rod before getting into my bag. The footsteps started again about 5 minutes later, it felt right outside the back of my bivvy. Again I was frozen solid but they eventually faded and that was that!
In reply to Post #1556
Scary...
apparently there's a strong link with ghost sightings and Electro magnetic fields. Ether way that would of scared the bejesus out me.. 
Scary...
apparently there's a strong link with ghost sightings and Electro magnetic fields. Ether way that would of scared the bejesus out me..
In reply to Post #1563
Funny, I felt safer in my bivvy but what protection would it give you 
Always reminds me of the opening scene from Dog Soldiers...love that film
...not that that goes on in my tent.
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Funny, I felt safer in my bivvy but what protection would it give you Always reminds me of the opening scene from Dog Soldiers...love that film
...not that that goes on in my tent.LINKY POO™ https://youtu.be/BJpQWhEMpB8
Keep em coming!
Not scary at all but some odd people about aren't there. Im a pretty light sleeper so if there's noise about my bivvy I hear it (good and bad thing lol). The lake I fish has a housing estate behind it and I woke up to a very big drone flying about 20ft over my bivvy at about 3am. Just hovering over it for about 5mins. I thought about catapulting some stones at it but then I thought it could be a police one or something so just went back to bed.
Not scary at all but some odd people about aren't there. Im a pretty light sleeper so if there's noise about my bivvy I hear it (good and bad thing lol). The lake I fish has a housing estate behind it and I woke up to a very big drone flying about 20ft over my bivvy at about 3am. Just hovering over it for about 5mins. I thought about catapulting some stones at it but then I thought it could be a police one or something so just went back to bed.
If you want to read Sam's account it's around post 1249 ,
He's not the only person to feel what happened to him that night ,it also shook my other mate up Paul . He refused to fish the lake again ...
RIP ,Paul ....!
He's not the only person to feel what happened to him that night ,it also shook my other mate up Paul . He refused to fish the lake again ...
RIP ,Paul ....!
Sam's post, part 1& 2 here, part 3 next post.
PART 1-
Ok so here we go.
As Adam has previously mentioned, he sugested I had a little dabble on this water, it was/is a beautifull place in a remote part of cornwall. The main reason for wanting to fish there was because it was so beautifull, the stock wasn't all that apealing to me if I'm honist (sorry Adam, but you know why) I had already done a quick day session there to get a feel for the place and had one out so obviously the next step was to do a night.
I had visited the lake several times at night on the run up to my first night there, its something I always like to do to get some bait going in and I love watching the water for signs on the few days before I fish, over the few weeks I was reccying the place I noticed it was always quite dark at night, mainly due to it being surrounded by very tall trees and thick woodland, not a problem but I does make baiting up a touch tricky.
The night of my first night was very close to the new moon, about 4% full from memory and as a result it was darker than normal.
I flicked my rods out, poped my brolly up and poped the kettle on and had my first brew of the night.
Soon enough night time fell and with the darkness came an incredible amount of mist, I love misty lakes and find it a lovely sight, problem was that it was so dark and misty I couldn't see any further than a few feet infront of me.
Now I do a lot of nights, 2 or 3 a week usualy so I am no stranger to darkness and needless to say doing nights on my own never bothers me.
The thing that was so disturbing about the experience is not what happend but how I felt, as it something had some kind of control over me.
Anyway, I will continue on my next post,
PART 2-
So I'm sat there on my bedchair watcjing the water as always, when all of a sudden an imense amount of cold air surrounded me, this was strange as it wasn't windy atall.
I could see my breath in the cold air that I could not have seen minutes before.
This didn't bother me untill maybe 5 minutes later when I started to feel rather sick and a bit dizzy, I also felt like something was with me and it didn't feel good atall. It is hard to explain but I felt like I was being watched intensly at at close range, like something was sitting with me.
I got up and had a walk around the bivvy and I felt quite week so I got in my sleeping bag and hoped whatever was happening would stop soon.
What I was experienceing seemed to fade over the next hour or so but soon came back as I was lying in my bag.
I started feeling dizzy again and minutes later I heard what sounded like a finger nail scraping across the back of my brolly from left to right in a slow speed, I don't mind saying I was ****ing myself by now and was really scared.
I got out and had a look behind my brolly, there was nothing there and no trees or anything else that could have scraped my brolly. Nothing could explain it, trust me I tried to think logically but there was just no explaining it.
I got back in bed and was smoking like a trooper, praying my alrams wouldn't go off so I didn't have to get out.
I didn't have a front with me so was open to the dark misty lake, I could barley see my night lights on my delks it was that misty now, what happens next? My rod springs into life that's what, I hit into it, completly bricking it, but for some reason the ill feeling kind of went a bit, I played the carp in (not bullied it) unhooked it and wound the remaining rods in so I didn't have to get out of the cover of my brolly again, as I had just finish winding the last rod it the feeling comes back, really strong this time and If I could have run away into the nighjt then I would have but I felt far to drained.
I climed back into bed and started wondering how bad this was going to get and to be honist I was expecting something really bad to happen, I just coulnt see myself making it through.
PART 1-
Ok so here we go.
As Adam has previously mentioned, he sugested I had a little dabble on this water, it was/is a beautifull place in a remote part of cornwall. The main reason for wanting to fish there was because it was so beautifull, the stock wasn't all that apealing to me if I'm honist (sorry Adam, but you know why) I had already done a quick day session there to get a feel for the place and had one out so obviously the next step was to do a night.
I had visited the lake several times at night on the run up to my first night there, its something I always like to do to get some bait going in and I love watching the water for signs on the few days before I fish, over the few weeks I was reccying the place I noticed it was always quite dark at night, mainly due to it being surrounded by very tall trees and thick woodland, not a problem but I does make baiting up a touch tricky.
The night of my first night was very close to the new moon, about 4% full from memory and as a result it was darker than normal.
I flicked my rods out, poped my brolly up and poped the kettle on and had my first brew of the night.
Soon enough night time fell and with the darkness came an incredible amount of mist, I love misty lakes and find it a lovely sight, problem was that it was so dark and misty I couldn't see any further than a few feet infront of me.
Now I do a lot of nights, 2 or 3 a week usualy so I am no stranger to darkness and needless to say doing nights on my own never bothers me.
The thing that was so disturbing about the experience is not what happend but how I felt, as it something had some kind of control over me.
Anyway, I will continue on my next post,
PART 2-
So I'm sat there on my bedchair watcjing the water as always, when all of a sudden an imense amount of cold air surrounded me, this was strange as it wasn't windy atall.
I could see my breath in the cold air that I could not have seen minutes before.
This didn't bother me untill maybe 5 minutes later when I started to feel rather sick and a bit dizzy, I also felt like something was with me and it didn't feel good atall. It is hard to explain but I felt like I was being watched intensly at at close range, like something was sitting with me.
I got up and had a walk around the bivvy and I felt quite week so I got in my sleeping bag and hoped whatever was happening would stop soon.
What I was experienceing seemed to fade over the next hour or so but soon came back as I was lying in my bag.
I started feeling dizzy again and minutes later I heard what sounded like a finger nail scraping across the back of my brolly from left to right in a slow speed, I don't mind saying I was ****ing myself by now and was really scared.
I got out and had a look behind my brolly, there was nothing there and no trees or anything else that could have scraped my brolly. Nothing could explain it, trust me I tried to think logically but there was just no explaining it.
I got back in bed and was smoking like a trooper, praying my alrams wouldn't go off so I didn't have to get out.
I didn't have a front with me so was open to the dark misty lake, I could barley see my night lights on my delks it was that misty now, what happens next? My rod springs into life that's what, I hit into it, completly bricking it, but for some reason the ill feeling kind of went a bit, I played the carp in (not bullied it) unhooked it and wound the remaining rods in so I didn't have to get out of the cover of my brolly again, as I had just finish winding the last rod it the feeling comes back, really strong this time and If I could have run away into the nighjt then I would have but I felt far to drained.
I climed back into bed and started wondering how bad this was going to get and to be honist I was expecting something really bad to happen, I just coulnt see myself making it through.
PART 3-
So I get back into my bed and my mind is raceing with things like who can I fone to come and get me, only my mate pete knew I was fishing here and he didn't know where it was, plus he lives an hour away andwould never come out to get me.
For some reason at this point i got angry, grabbed my bank stick from under my bed and got out and shout some gibberish that I can't really remember, then got back in bed and prayed I hadn't over done it.
A minute later and I heard that terrifying sound of the fingernail once again, this time from right to left, then my brolly started quivering building up to firm shaking, I was petrified and said in a girly manner, no please don't, please don't
By this time I was feeling really drained, week and sick, I had cold sweets and I couldn't really see properly
A few seconds passed (felt like minutes) and it stopped.
That was the last thing that happend that night but I continued to feel unwell all night.
I didn't get any sleep and spent the whole night just staring out of my brolly and praying all would be ok.
I have never done a night there since
Well there we go, that's my story.
What made it so terrifying was how I felt, it was kind of like something was feeding off my energy.
I had very dark thoughts going through my head that I didn't feel came from my own mind, it was very strange and very very hard to explain.
Anyway, hope my displeasure has caused some of you some entertainment!
Sam
So I get back into my bed and my mind is raceing with things like who can I fone to come and get me, only my mate pete knew I was fishing here and he didn't know where it was, plus he lives an hour away andwould never come out to get me.
For some reason at this point i got angry, grabbed my bank stick from under my bed and got out and shout some gibberish that I can't really remember, then got back in bed and prayed I hadn't over done it.
A minute later and I heard that terrifying sound of the fingernail once again, this time from right to left, then my brolly started quivering building up to firm shaking, I was petrified and said in a girly manner, no please don't, please don't
By this time I was feeling really drained, week and sick, I had cold sweets and I couldn't really see properly
A few seconds passed (felt like minutes) and it stopped.
That was the last thing that happend that night but I continued to feel unwell all night.
I didn't get any sleep and spent the whole night just staring out of my brolly and praying all would be ok.
I have never done a night there since
Well there we go, that's my story.
What made it so terrifying was how I felt, it was kind of like something was feeding off my energy.
I had very dark thoughts going through my head that I didn't feel came from my own mind, it was very strange and very very hard to explain.
Anyway, hope my displeasure has caused some of you some entertainment!
Sam
In reply to Post #1569
I would of been gone,the gear could of stayed there until the next day
I would of been gone,the gear could of stayed there until the next day
Post 1268 will tell you why this happened...
In reply to Post #1571
I thought it'd be easier for folk if I posted it up here, as even I got fed up scrolling pages to read it
I thought it'd be easier for folk if I posted it up here, as even I got fed up scrolling pages to read it
In reply to Post #1572
Great shout Vossy
If anyone is interested in seeing 'that swim ' I have photo from the last time I fished it ..which I can pass on to the main man ...
Great shout Vossy
If anyone is interested in seeing 'that swim ' I have photo from the last time I fished it ..which I can pass on to the main man ...
In reply to Post #1573
By your command
By your command
In reply to Post #1574
JP,much appreciated...and Crypt is to the right amongst the trees ..
Ps,I hope 'y'all ' I'm not a yank ...BTW,notice all that old skool 2+1 goodness,not a blaaaak banstick in that pic...
Sweet dreams ,and loosen yr snoods at night ..
JP,much appreciated...and Crypt is to the right amongst the trees ..
Ps,I hope 'y'all ' I'm not a yank ...BTW,notice all that old skool 2+1 goodness,not a blaaaak banstick in that pic...
Sweet dreams ,and loosen yr snoods at night ..
In reply to Post #1575
Bramshill House - Part 3
Thanks for the nice responses to the last couple of parts, I hope you all not mind if I indulge in a further instalment because I really enjoyed my time at this strange old place, it was a blessing at a time I needed adventure. I enjoy reading the stories here a lot so I hope to hear more too, and if not I will read them all again
The main house at Bramshill is a Jacobean mansion which was the main focus for most of the ghost stories, the most famous of which is possibly ‘The Legend of the Mistletoe Bough' where a newlywed bride was carried over the threshold into the mansion by her husband and they started a game of hide and seek before bedtime - who wouldn't heyyy!
The groom counted to a hundred before looking for his new love, only to find no trace of her at all except an open door. Suspecting he had been duped into a marriage to steal all off his wealth or make him a fool, the nobleman went to bed and stopped looking. It was not until 50 years later when a wooden chest was moved that the body was discovered, the bride's corpse still in nightdress with a sprig of mistletoe. The chest could not be opened from the inside and was airtight so there was probably only 20 mins of air before she would have died, the claw marks on the inside showed she knew her plight and panicked - perhaps her screams were not heard - or were they?
It's a fairly unsettling place to be when you're outside fishing the pond in the shadow of that and other legends such as the White Lady that roams the halls... The main house didn't have a great view of the main lake which, I suspect, led to the smaller ponds being created. An owner of the house built the ponds with his son in the 1920s and it was a labour of love which took a painstaking amount of time but sadly the son fell ill and drowned himself in the lake - some say it was due to either the shame or madness of syphilis.
Those ponds were a joy to fish, they held wildies and crucians and several really big leviathan cruisers who would always keep me feeling like an amateur, almost scoffing at anything put in front of them and nonchalantly cruising past anything with a line attached. I longed to catch my first Bramshill carp, so as soon as I set foot on the place my flat was just a base for some fishing and wandering round!
Thanks for the nice responses to the last couple of parts, I hope you all not mind if I indulge in a further instalment because I really enjoyed my time at this strange old place, it was a blessing at a time I needed adventure. I enjoy reading the stories here a lot so I hope to hear more too, and if not I will read them all again
The main house at Bramshill is a Jacobean mansion which was the main focus for most of the ghost stories, the most famous of which is possibly ‘The Legend of the Mistletoe Bough' where a newlywed bride was carried over the threshold into the mansion by her husband and they started a game of hide and seek before bedtime - who wouldn't heyyy!
The groom counted to a hundred before looking for his new love, only to find no trace of her at all except an open door. Suspecting he had been duped into a marriage to steal all off his wealth or make him a fool, the nobleman went to bed and stopped looking. It was not until 50 years later when a wooden chest was moved that the body was discovered, the bride's corpse still in nightdress with a sprig of mistletoe. The chest could not be opened from the inside and was airtight so there was probably only 20 mins of air before she would have died, the claw marks on the inside showed she knew her plight and panicked - perhaps her screams were not heard - or were they?
It's a fairly unsettling place to be when you're outside fishing the pond in the shadow of that and other legends such as the White Lady that roams the halls... The main house didn't have a great view of the main lake which, I suspect, led to the smaller ponds being created. An owner of the house built the ponds with his son in the 1920s and it was a labour of love which took a painstaking amount of time but sadly the son fell ill and drowned himself in the lake - some say it was due to either the shame or madness of syphilis.
Those ponds were a joy to fish, they held wildies and crucians and several really big leviathan cruisers who would always keep me feeling like an amateur, almost scoffing at anything put in front of them and nonchalantly cruising past anything with a line attached. I longed to catch my first Bramshill carp, so as soon as I set foot on the place my flat was just a base for some fishing and wandering round!