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Howburn Digger H
Howburn Digger Aug 28, 2013 18:42:40
Replying to tiompan

tiompan wrote:
Another local favourite was Glen Pean
I have spent one (and only one) eerie night in Glen Pean Bothy.

Myself and my mate Frazer were asleep in bags on the floor. July 1989. About 3am.

The door groaned open, scraping across the stone floor, someone came stomping in and pulled a chair along the floor. I heard them sit down and clump off their boots. I switched on my headlight to say hello. My mate Frazer was already sitting up in his sleeping bag with his light shining onto the chairs around the still glowing fire. The room was empty. Nothing had been disturbed. The door was still on the latch. We both legged it outside to see if anyone was there. The moon was up. The Knoydart sky was bright with stars. No-one on the path. Nothing. Utter silence.
Someone had came in - of that we were both certain. We were both woken by the same noises. It was the room we were lying in.... No trace of anyone. We didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Never went back to Glen Pean Bothy. Very eerie.

That's all.

T tiompan
tiompan Aug 28, 2013 19:44:41
Replying to Howburn Digger

So many stories fae bothies .
I once spent the night alone in the deserted dilapidated Stronelairig Lodge in the Monadhliath not expecting anything too comfortable but the bangings , creakings ,squals and yelps were much worse than what the mice and rats had to offer at the Ben Alder bothy on Loch Erict , where the ghillie was supposed to have hung himsel on the door .
The nut case who thought he owned the Strathan bothy at Sandwood bay was very real and more off putting than any ghaist or ghoullie .

E Evergreen Dazed
Evergreen Dazed Aug 29, 2013 11:42:03
Replying to Howburn Digger

Howburn Digger wrote:
tiompan wrote:
Another local favourite was Glen Pean
I have spent one (and only one) eerie night in Glen Pean Bothy.

Myself and my mate Frazer were asleep in bags on the floor. July 1989. About 3am.

The door groaned open, scraping across the stone floor, someone came stomping in and pulled a chair along the floor. I heard them sit down and clump off their boots. I switched on my headlight to say hello. My mate Frazer was already sitting up in his sleeping bag with his light shining onto the chairs around the still glowing fire. The room was empty. Nothing had been disturbed. The door was still on the latch. We both legged it outside to see if anyone was there. The moon was up. The Knoydart sky was bright with stars. No-one on the path. Nothing. Utter silence.
Someone had came in - of that we were both certain. We were both woken by the same noises. It was the room we were lying in.... No trace of anyone. We didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Never went back to Glen Pean Bothy. Very eerie.

That's all.

Woah! Great stuff. Truly truly true?