SO EP:569 Face To Face With Bigfoot!

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Are there's something in the woods? Anato to you what you're about to see you or something in the woods. Knock in the park conchangerry the ooman said, don't go outside. There's something in the woods tonight. I hear rim knocking, shaking bushits footprints, howland on my lung? Open up to an hot a sea something in the woods tonight. We're venturing deep into the rugged landscapes of Scotland, a land steeped in legend, where ancient myths intertwine with modern day mysteries.

But we're not here for tales of knights and castles. No Tonight. We're searching for something wilder, something elusive, something that has haunted the highlands and forests for centuries. You've heard of Sasquatch, the towering shadow figure of North America's forests. You've heard of the Yetti, the legendary snow dweller of the Himalayas. But what if I told you that Scotland has its own history of strange bipedal creatures lurking in its misty hills and dense woodlands. Imagine if the stories

of Scotland's wild men weren't just myths. Ancient Celtic folklore speaks of towering, hairy beings that roamed the land, known as the fear Liath, the Gray Man of Ben mc Dewey. Hikers and mountaineers have reported an eerie presence, shadowy figures and even bone chilling howls echoing through the Cairngorm Mountains. But the stories don't stop there. From the sprawling forests of the Highlands to the remote isles, modern day witnesses

have come forward with startling encounters. People claim to have seen massive ape like creatures watching them from the tree line, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Some say they've heard guttural growls in the dead of night. Others have found giant footprints pressed into the damp Scottish soil. You're probably wondering why these stories persist. Why in a world of technology and skepticism, reports of bigfoot like beings continue

to emerge from Scotland's wilderness. That's what we're here to explore. So settle in, dim the lights and prepare yourself for a journey into the unknown, because tonight I'm bringing you real encounters from people who swear they came face to face with something that defies logic. The Carmelie eye shine and a creature in the road. Hello, I'd like to share an experience I had a few years ago. I never really told anyone about it. Talking about bigfoot tends

to make people think you're crazy. But recently I learned that two other sightings have been reported near a quarry just outside of Carmeli. That caught my attention because I live very close to that area. It happened during the winter of twenty twelve or twenty thirteen, one of the harshest winters in recent memory in Carmilli. The snow was about a foot deep on flat ground and piled into

massive drifts in places. I was out walking the family dog along a dirt track that runs between the main road and a wooded area further south, passing through a stretch of farm plots. About halfway down the track, I noticed something strange, a massive footprint in the snow. It had softened slightly from the snowfall, but it was still clear enough to make out, unlike the mprint of a shoe or a boot. This was the shape of a

bare foot, just much much larger. It was about one and a half times the length of my own boot, which put it at roughly a foot and a half long, judging by the direction it faced. Whatever had left it had walked from one field to the other, cutting across the road at an angle. But here's the part that really stuck with me. The road at that point was only about four feet wide due to the snow drifts,

and yet there was only a single footprint. Whatever left it must have been huge, with a stride long enough to cross the entire road in one step. I searched for more prints, but couldn't find any. My best guess is that the strong wind had blown fresh snow over the others, filling them in and hiding them. The footprint I found must have been in a more sheltered spot, protected just enough for it to remain visible. At the time,

I tried not to think too much of it. There could have been plenty of explanations, I reasoned, so I shrugged it off and continued on my walk. But when I reached the wooded area at the end of the track, everything changed. The area was thick with low scrubby bushes, which because of the deep snow, stood nearly five feet tall, almost up to my neck. As soon as we entered the woods, my dog reacted before I even saw anything,

she had already spotted it. She started barking and lunging, behaving just like the dogs described in one of the other Carmeli reports. Then I heard it, a deep, resonant oh sound, long and drawn out. It wasn't like anything i'd heard before. The moment that sound filled the air, my dog, who had been barking furiously, suddenly stopped. Her entire demeanor changed. She started squeaking and whining, utterly terrified.

And then I saw it. Just as I was about to turn back, for my dog's sake, and honestly, for my own, a massive figure rose up from behind one of the bushes. It towered at least three heads above the top of the bush, far taller than any person. Its shoulders were disproportionately broad, its neck thick, and its body was covered in dark, almost black fur. The way the snow reflected off its eyes made them stand out, almost glowing against the dim winter light, even though the

snow in the air made visibility slightly hazy. The creature was only five meters in front of me. There was no mistaking its sheer size. It dwarfed me. That was it. My dog bolted, and without hesitation, I ran after her. I didn't look back. Since that day, I've cautiously returned to the track a few times, but I've never seen any trace of the creature again. I've always been skeptical of things like this, but experiences like these don't need

to happen more than once to change your mind. I never planned to tell this story, but after discovering that others have had similar encounters in the area, I felt compelled to share it. Maybe, just maybe there's something out there that we haven't yet discovered. There were two other incidents around that time, though I feel they're a bit more tenuous. Still, I'm sharing them in case someone else remembers a similar experience. The first happened late one night

while we were driving down an empty road. As we approached a turn. Just as we were about to turn right onto the track, I saw a figure further up the road standing there facing us. He, or rather it, was looking directly into the car's headlights. I couldn't make out any clear details, but I could see the shape of a humanoid figure. What really stood out was the orange eyeshine reflecting from the line heights. It didn't move, didn't react, just stood there in the middle of the

road watching us. At the time, I told myself it was probably just a person, but looking back, something about it felt off. The final incident happened while we were out picking wild raspberries deep in the woods. We suddenly heard a sound, a long, deep wail, echoing from somewhere far off. The adults in the group all looked at each other, acknowledging the strange sound. They even commented on it,

wondering what it could be. But after a moment, they shrugged it off and went back to what they were doing, as if it were nothing. I'm not so sure it was nothing. The monster of Glamis Who was the unknown Prisoner? The first reports of Glamis Castle's unknown prisoner seemed to date back to the eighteen forties. In nineteen oh eight, a writer for Notes and Queries referenced these accounts, stirring up renewed interest. Just who this elusive captive might have

been became the subject of much speculation. It was widely believed that he must have been a member of the Beau's Lyon family, possibly the first born son of the eleventh Earl or the heir of that earl's son, Lord Glamis. Supporters of this theory point to Douglas's Scott's Peerage, which records that after Lord Glamis married Charlotte Grimstead in eighteen twenty, their first child was a son, born and died on

the twenty first of October eighteen twenty one. But what if that child didn't die so quickly or so conveniently, What if he had survived hidden away somewhere deep inside the castle. Several Victorian era guests at Glamis became obsessed with uncovering the Earl's secret. By the late nineteenth century, rumors were widespread that the Bow's Lions had a child who was born so horribly deformed that he could never

be allowed to inherit the title. Some believe that though his mind was sound, his body was so grotesquely twisted that he was kept out of sight for life. This might sound like something out of a Gothic novel, but there is historical precedent for the bows Laon family treating certain relatives in ways that outsiders would consider harsh. For example, after World War One, Catherine and Narissa Bo's lion cousins

of Queen Elizabeth I, were born with mental disabilities. They spent their entire lives locked away in hospitals, completely ignored by their family. What this so called monster of Glamous might have looked like remains a mystery tales tale of strange shadows seen on the castle battlements, particularly along a section ominously known as the mad Earl's Walk. One particularly

chilling account dates back to eighteen sixty five. A workman at the castle accidentally stumbled upon a hidden door that opened into a long passage at the far end of the corridor. He saw something, but before he could investigate further, he reported the discovery to the Clerk of Works. Soon after, he was strongly encouraged to immigrate to Australia, his passage paid for by an unusually eager earl. Other nineteenth century

reports described the monster as resembling a human toad. The only truly detailed description of the prisoner came much later, in the nineteen sixties, from the writer James Wentworth Day, who spent time at Glamis while researching the Bow's Lion family history. According to Wentworth Day, the Earl and his relatives shared a legend with him. A monster was born into the family. He was the heir, a creature fearful to behold. It was impossible to allow this deformed caricature

of humanity to be seen, even by their friends. His chest was an enormous barrel harry as a doormat, His head ran straight into his shoulders, and his arms and legs were toy like. But despite his grotesque appearance, the child was raised to adulthood, kept hidden and occasionally exercised. That responsibility fell to the factor, the trusted overseer of the estate. If Glamy's Castle does have a hidden chamber,

its location remains unknown. Estate records confirmed the construction of a concealed room adjacent to the charter room at the base of the tower, but there could be more. Lord Ernest Hamilton, an aristocratic guest, once claimed to have discovered a hidden passage beneath a trap door in the Blue Room dressing room. Others speculate that the chapel holds the secret. A report from the New York Sun in nineteen o

four tells an even stranger tale. One evening, a young doctor staying at Glamy's Castle professionally returned to his room to find that the carpet had been taken up and relaid. Something seemed off. The pattern of the carpet didn't match at one end of the room. Curious, he moved the furniture, lifted the carpet and uncovered a trap door. Prying it open, he found himself in a hidden passage. Following the passage, he reached a cement wall, the surface still soft enough

to leave the imprint of a finger. He returned to his room unsettled. The next morning he received a check for his services, along with an urgent message A carriage was waiting to take him to the station for the first train out bigfoot type creature on ar Broth Road. I'm from Dundee and I wanted to share something I saw a long time ago. At the time, I was in my twenties, maybe a little younger, and I had no idea what it was. But looking back now, I can say without a doubt that I came face to

face with a bigfoot. I know how this sounds, Honestly, I feel like a Nutter even saying it out loud. I've already reached out to two other paranormal researchers, but no one really seems to care or take me seriously. My first encounter happened about five or six years ago, and then I had another one more recently in twenty eighteen. I just saw you on a mini documentary and I thought maybe you would understand what I saw that day. I need you to know I am one hundred percent

telling the truth. This is real to me, and it's important that you know that. I am so convinced of what I saw that I've even tried doing my own investigations. I'll be honest. When I first started going out looking, I was terrified, even though I had already had one encounter that scared the absolute hell out of me. I kept going back, and over time it got easier. Since then, I've seen a few other strange things in the same area. There's nowhere in the UK where you can really study

this kind of thing, at least not properly. The best I could do was watch documentaries, and those helped me pinpoint exactly what kind of creature I saw. I'm convinced it was a bigfoot. It had pale, whitish hair, maybe with a bit of gray mixed in. Its eyes had a strange glow red at least I thought so, but my girlfriend, who was with me at the time, thought they looked more orange. And it was huge, tall, broad,

definitely not human. It was sitting there, half on the path, half in the bushes, right by a creek, at two or three am, in freezing cold weather. And stay tuned for more sasquatch oat to see. We'll be right back after these messages. Then it stood up, It rose to its full height, and suddenly it looked like a giant. Its arms were massive, long and thick, hanging down in a way that just didn't look right. The second we saw that, we ran. I never stopped thinking about that night.

And what makes it even stranger is that a few years later I saw a report in the paper someone across Tayport, near the tay had seen something exactly like what I saw. And then, of course there are the old gray man stories from the Cairngorms. But how do you tell people that you saw something like this. Nobody is going to believe you, and so far nobody has. That's why I had to share this with you. When I heard you talking, I could tell you've seen them too.

Over the years. I've also heard growling and other strange noises in that area, So that's what happened to me. It's not easy to say all of this, but I think it's important that I do. Maybe this is why people go missing and are never found. I feel lucky to have seen what I saw. This would have been around Christmas, about ten years ago. I was at my ex girlfriend's house and our friend was about to walk home really late at night on her own. I didn't

feel right about that. The lanes around there are pitch black, and the walk to her house is long, not the kind of place you want to be alone at night, so I offered to walk her part of the way. My ex came with us, and the three of us set off into the cold night. We got our friend home safely, then started heading back. When we reached the bridge over the stream, we walked across, turned the corner,

and that's when we saw it. There was something sitting there, half in the bush, half on the like it was resting. It was freezing, icy ground middle of the night, so I had no idea what we were looking at We both stared at each other, like what the fuck is that? Then it stood up. It was massive, bigger than any person could ever be, and it was looking right at us. The way it stood was strange. Its arms were long and thick, dangling unnaturally. It was ape like, and its

sheer size was terrifying. The best way I can describe it, it looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger wearing a white furry rug. It was so big it seemed larger than the moonlight itself. Its eyes red or orange, depending on how the light hit them, locked on to us, and the way it moved that freaked me out the most. We didn't wait around. We ran back over the bridge full sprint. The crazy part. If we had just walked past it, home was only five minutes up the hill road to cross and that

was it. But instead of taking that chance, we ran in the opposite direction, adding a twenty to twenty five minute detour, just to avoid where we had seen it. The whole way there, I had a feeling something was watching us. I didn't say anything at the time, but now I wonder if I should have. I suppose I could have been mistaken. Maybe it was just a huge man wrapped in a white fur rug, sitting half on the frozen path, half in the wet bushes at three

am and sub zero temperatures. But that doesn't make sense. What kind of person would do that. That man would have had to be sitting there for hours, just waiting for someone to walk by, And what are the odds we'd come by at exactly the right moment? And besides, I can't forget the size of it. I think about it every single day since then. I've gone out investigating with friends. I've heard growls, heavy thuds, and other strange sounds in that same area. There's something out there, and

I know, I know I saw it. Mister Luke's Dundee Bigfoot Creature, nineteen ninety five. Mark finally spoke about his experience, one that had happened a decade earlier in nineteen ninety five. He had kept it to himself for years, not saying a word, until he came across a local newspaper report in two thousand and five. The report described a sighting that felt eerily familiar, almost identical to what he had seen. Mark Luke, a carer, claims that he saw a big

foot like creature roaming the Fife countryside. His encounter took place just off the Tay Road bridge while he was traveling to Dundee to cover a night shift security job. Mark recalls, from what I read in the Courier, my experience was very similar to the one reported in two thousand and five. I was driving back to Edinburgh at around eight am, heading south on the A ninety two, right around the same area where the other siding happened. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I reached one

particular stretch of road. That's when everything changed. I remember there was forest on both sides of the road, and as I glanced to my left, I saw a tall, dark shape standing about twenty feet away in the trees. At first I thought it was just a large man, but then it started walking toward me, and that's when I knew it was not a man. He must have been huge, I would guess eight to ten feet tall and incredibly wide. His sheer size was overwhelming. I won't lie.

I was scared and confused. I didn't know what I was looking at, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I put my foot down and got out of there as fast as I could. I was already going about sixty miles per hour and there was no way I was stopping to look back. I just wanted to put distance between me and it. The forest was dark, making it hard to see any details. I could make out its shape, but its facial features

were lost in the shadows. Could it be real? Even after all these Mark remains ninety percent convinced that they're out there. I won't ever be one hundred percent sure until I see a body, or if somebody captures one. Even when you see something like that with your own eyes, it still doesn't feel possible. There are still too many

unexplained things out there. The two thousand and five newspaper report that prompted Mark to speak up was published in a local Scottish paper, and it turns out that both encounters, though a decade apart, happened within just a mile of each other along that same stretch of road. Coincidence or proof that something strange is lurking in the forests of Fife. The Bigfoot crossing the Road, Fife, August two thousand and five.

This account was shared with me by Cliff Barockman of the BFRO in the United states it took place in a stunning part of Scotland, less than a mile from the Tay Estuary, near the A ninety two. The witness was driving home from work, taking a road he had traveled countless time before, but on this particular night, as he approached the Five Roads round about, he encountered something he never expected to see, a strange, hairy, human like figure standing by the roadside. Here's his story in his

own words. After navigating the Five Roads round About, I was heading southbound on the A ninety two when my headlights picked out what I thought was a man standing by the left side of the road. His figure was clear as day. Then he stepped out directly in front of my car. Instinctively, I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him. But as I got closer, I realized this was no man. This was a huge, hairy, ape

like creature. It turned its head to look at me, and in that moment, its eyes reflected the light from my car, shining in a way that was impossible to ignore. And then with just three enormous strides acrossed the road. I sat there in shock, my car at a full stop, feeling uneasy, but curious, I rolled down the window. That's when I heard something moving through the woods, heavy deliberate

crunching sounds coming from the undergrowth. I had no torch, no way to shine light into the trees, but even without seeing anything, I felt it. The air was thick with an awful odor, something unpleasant and unnatural. And then everything went completely silent. No wind, no movement, no sound at all. It was as if the whole world had gone still. And suddenly an overwhelming sensation hit me. I was being watched. It was deeply unsettling. Then, in a daze,

I just drove away. I didn't even realize I had started driving again until I was nearly home. Looking back, this creature was easily over seven feet tall, covered in dark brown hair of a reasonable length. I have never seen anything like it in Scotland before or since. Up until now. The only person I've ever told is my partner. I always thought creatures like this exist in other parts of the world, but not here in the UK. Yet I know without a doubt what I saw. The memory

is still as vivid as if it happened yesterday. There were rumors from farm hands and land managers about sheep and cattle disturbances in the area, but I never heard of any actual sightings of large hairy creatures, not in that area, not in Scotland at all. I worked as a civil servant for many years and encountered some crazy things in my time, but I must admit this was a shock. Just north of this location is the area associated with the Carmilly wild Man sidings, one of Scotland's

most well known reports of a similar creature. Could these accounts be connected? Bigfoot causes an accident in the Highlands two thousand and seven. This is a second hand account told to me by a very good friend who personally knew the witness. It happened in the winter of two thousand and seven, around six am on a remote mountain road winding northeast from Creef to Perth, a landscape scattered

with prehistoric sits. The witness, a local woman who lived in one of the area's isolated farmhouses, was on her usual morning drive to work in Perth. She typically took the main road, the A eighty five, but that morning, upon reaching the junction, she found the road blocked. A detour sign directed her onto a narrow, unlit mountain track. Instead, the road was wet and desolate. She drove cautiously, the only sounds coming from her car's engine and the splashing

of her tires on the damp track. She had traveled a fair distance when as she rounded a bend, her headlights illuminated something she would never forget. There, crouched low with knees bent and head down was a gigantic hairy man. He looked exactly like a man, but covered in thick hair. He had five fingers, was immensely tall, and at that moment, he was drinking water from a puddle. She slammed on the brakes, coming to a sudden stop just yards away.

Frozen in shock, she stared at the creature, unable to believe her own eyes. For a moment, it simply glanced sideways at her. Then, with effortless grace, it suddenly leapt over the fence and with unbelievable speed, raced up the boulder strewn mountain slope, disappearing into the woods. But the strangeness wasn't over. The moment the creature vanished into the trees, something unexplainable occurred. Her car began to roll over sideways once twice three times. It finally landed on its side,

hanging partially suspended by her seat belt. She looked around in astonishment. Her cassette tape, along with other small objects on her dashboard, had not moved an inch, as if the car had never tumbled at all. Her only injury was a slight bruise on her shoulder caused by the seat belt. Dazed but thankful to be alive, she reached for her mobile phone and called for help. A week earlier, the one had shared this road with a close friend,

a gifted medium. That friend later told her that when she and her husband had driven past that very same spot, she had been overcome with an intense sense of dread. It was so overwhelming that she had screamed at her husband to drive faster, to get away as quickly as possible. Porter's Bray wild man hiding in the forest siding. I know that was a long time ago, but I've never forgotten it. Even now, I'm confident about what happened and what I saw. It was about forty five years ago.

I was with my then girlfriend, parked on a forestry road at the junction of Langdyke's Bray and Porter's Bray, on the road to Colts. The area was and still is heavy woodlands used for forestry. This remote junction was about one and a half miles from Kenaway, Fife. I had parked about three hundred yards up the Torloisk forestry road. To my left, the trees had been cut down for about fifty yards, leaving a cleared area up to the tree line. The fallen trees were stacked neatly by the roadside.

It was a full moon and I could see all the way across the clearing to the standing trees. Suddenly, my girlfriend said she saw something moving in the clearing. I dismissed it, telling her it was probably just a fox or a deer. After a while, I dozed off in the car seat. Then she shook me awake. She was panicked, saying that something was moving behind the stacked trees, much closer than before. She told me it had been

circling around us for a while. Now, still groggy, I rolled down the window and banged on the door, trying to scare off whatever it was. But it didn't move, no sound, no reaction. I felt a wave of unease. I quickly jumped into the driver's seat started the car and reversed so the headlights pointed toward whatever was out there, and then I saw it. To my shock and amazement, the creature stood up straight for just a second or two. It was fully illuminated in the headlights, clear as it

was massive, about eight feet tall. Its chest and face were white gray, but the rest of its body was black. It stared right at us for a moment, then suddenly turned and bolted into the forest, disappearing into the darkness. We sat there and stunned silence, trying to make sense of what we had just seen. And then it came back out of nowhere. Stick started hitting the car, and these weren't small twigs. We could hear the heavy thud

as they struck the vehicle. Then we heard crashing sounds, something pushing through a line of young beech trees near the car. That was it. We got out of there fast. My girlfriend refused to ever go back. The next day, I returned with my brother. We searched for tracks or any sign of what had been there, but the rain had washed everything away. Later I spoke to a man who had worked in those forests his entire life. I asked if he had ever seen anything like what we saw.

His answer, never stay tuned for more sasquatch ott to see. We'll be right back after these messages. A mysterious encounter on the road to Edinburgh. Stephanie shared this bizarre experience, which took place over thirty years ago. In October nineteen eighty. She, her parents and her children were on a long car journey from Banbury to Fife, but something strange happened along the way, something that left them missing several hours of time.

As they crossed the Scottish border near Jedburgh on their way to Edinburgh, they encountered a strange object and their journey somehow took seven hours from the borders to Edinburgh, a drive that should have taken far less time. This is Stephanie's account of what happened that day. We were driving from Banbury, Oxfordshire, to Anstruther, Fife. My father sixty two, was the driver and my mother, who was fifty six

at the time, sat in the front passenger seat. I was thirty two years old sitting in the middle of the back seat with my twelve year old daughter to my right and my ten year old and eight year old sons to my left. We were driving across the borders on the road to Abbotsford, a quiet, picturesque b road. At around four pm. We decided we'd stop at the

next town for coffee and to stretch our legs. As we continued driving, I noticed something on my right, beyond the southbound lane of the road, where a narrow band of trees lined the roadside. That's when I saw it. Something rose through the trees, and immediately it caught my attention. It was completely horizontal as it ascended, and it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The object was matt black, with no windows and no visible seams, bolts,

or panels. It looked like it had been crafted from a single seamless piece, no sign of manufacturing at all. It stayed at treetop height, but strangely, the tree branches below it never moved. There was no wind, no sound, nothing coming from it. We were traveling at about forty five miles per hour, and as we moved, the object paced us perfectly. My father, sensing something was off, slowed the car to a crawl and even turned in his seat to get a better look. Still, the object matched

our speed exactly. The object was triangular, about ten feet wide from wingtip to wingtip, and ten feet front to back. Where you might expect a cockpit, there was a bulging section, but no glass, no windows, no visible features at all. My father suggested stopping the car to get a better look, but my mother and I were terrified and we begged him not to. The object remained less than twenty feet

off the ground, clear and unmistakable. My father told me to grab the camera from the back window ledge and take a picture. I reached for it, but the moment my hand touched the camera, I was overcome by pure terror, a deep instinctive fear, like I was being warned not to take the picture. I felt that about forty minutes had passed, but somehow we had barely traveled any distance at all. Then I noticed something else. My children were becoming scared. Not wanting them to panic, I quickly diverted

their attention. I picked up a story book and began reading to them, pretending nothing was happening, even though deep down I knew something was very, very wrong. Stephanie's story raises many questions. What was the strange object that followed them so closely? Why did she experience a sudden wave of fear when reaching for the camera, and how did their journey take seven hours far longer than it should have.

This remains one of Scotland's most intriguing missing time cases, a journey Stephanie and her family will never forget a series of unexplained encounters at Cairn Papple. It was early winter two thousand and three and I had just passed my driving test. Like most new drivers, I was eager to get out on the road, so I took my friend and his girlfriend for a drive. We weren't heading

anywhere in particular, just enjoying the freedom of driving. Coming up through Torfichen, I spotted a sign for Cairn Papple. I recognized the name, so I decided to head that way. We passed the Cairn Paple lay by, then drove down into the valley and back up toward Knock Hill. That's when my mate suddenly pointed at the hilltop. That looks like a man standing there looking down at us. I slowed the car and sure enough, there was a dark

figure at the top of the hill. Oh yeah, so it does, I said, squinting to get a better look. Then it started moving, not just moving running fast, it raced down the hill toward us at an impossible speed, far faster than any normal person could run. We panicked. I slammed my foot on the accelerator and sped away. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. It was all dark in color, and the way it moved wasn't natural. It was covering miles faster than I could drive. I didn't

think much about that night after a while. Yes, it had given us a fright, but I just chalked it up to something strange but unexplained, until it happened again in spring two thousand and six. I was out driving with my mate again. It was a nice night, so I thought we'd head up to the Bathgate Hills. If it was clear, we could walk up to Cairnpapple and get a good view of central Scotland. The area had seen snow a week before, but most of it had

melted back home up in the hills. However, there were still patches of snow lining the road. That didn't put us off. We parked at the Cairn Paple lay by, climbed the stairs and started walking the field before Cairn Papal was still covered in snow, but we carried on anyway. We had a laugh, slipping and falling, and at one point I even fell waist deep into a cairn. After a few minutes, we started getting cold and decided to head back to the car. That's when it happened again.

The wind had picked up and visibility was poor by this time. We left the cairn papal gate and walked into the open field. Suddenly we heard it, something coming towards us from behind. It sounded fast, rushing through the snow, right in our direction. We spun around, but nothing. We couldn't see anything, but the sound of something charging at us that was undeniable. We ran in our panic. We lost the way back to the stairs and had to

scramble through the darkness to find them. When we finally reached the steps, we rushed down, jumped in the car, and drove away. We were shaken up and confused, talking about it non stop, debating whether to go back or not. I couldn't stop thinking about it. You'd think that after two terrifying encounters I'd avoid the place completely. But in winter two thousand and nine, I had just returned from

Australia and it had snowed heavily. A friend and I were looking for a good spot to go sledging, and I suggested the Bathgate Hills. The area was high up and there would be no shortage of snow. We arrived around twelve to fifteen am and first climbed up Cairnpapple to check the conditions. We quickly realized the snow was too deep, making sledging impossible, so we decided to walk around the site instead. After a while, it started snowing again, so we headed back to the car, and then it

happened again. Just as we left the fence and stepped into the field, we heard something chasing us. My friend was terrified and started running, but this time I remembered my last encounter. I calmed her down and told her if we leave the area near the steps, it will stop. We moved as quickly as we could without losing our way, and once again made it to the car safely. But then she pointed at the snow there were fresh footprints leading into the field we had just come from. That's

when the fear really set in. As we drove away, the car got stuck approaching nine Hill. The road conditions made it difficult to gain traction, and for a moment we were helpless. When we finally got moving, we passed the knack Hill car park and there in the snow, we saw more fresh footprints. These weren't normal walking prints. They were definitely something strange, something unexplained. Di p