posted on Sep, 2 2013 @ 07:18 PM
reply to post by davethebear
As a child I lived in an area with woodland that backed on to our house now it was not a remote area but a substantial housing estate. As kids
especially during the school holidays we would camp out in the woods and I have fond memories of some great adventures (no PlayStations or Xboxes you
made your own fun in those days)
on the outskirt of the wood was a well worn path in, only a bodies width wide through the undergrowth that led to a small clearing some 100 feet in.
From there you could still see the outlines of the houses broken by the numerous trees and it was ideal to pitch your tent or blanket.
At daybreak usually around 4-4.30am during high summer one of us would volunteer to exit the wood and proceed to steal milk and eggs that the milkman
had delivered to the houses. He usually made his deliveries around 4 am.
We would take a few bottles of milk and half a dozen eggs depending on which household had them delivered sometimes you would get a bonus of some
orange juice and bread if you were lucky.
I remember doing the dirty deed one morning it was light and I was halfway along the path on my way out of the wood when in front of me a line of
about 6 men (I assume) were blocking my path. They were in single file and dressed in black hooded cloaks ( I now know them to have been monks habits)
Being as the path was so narrow I had to step aside to let them pass and jumped onto the log of a fallen tree to the side of the narrow path. I do not
remember seeing their faces as they passed albeit the last one who turned his head and smiled at me I remember him being quite young. As I jumped off
the log I looked again but they were gone.
Now I was not one bit afraid either before or after my encounter I had never been exposed to horror films, ghost stories or other paranormal
experiences or tales and really thought nothing of it. I remember asking my friends on my return if they had seen anybody but took it no further being
more interested in sharing the spoils of my milk raid.
Strangely it wasn't until a few years ago it came flooding back to me when my kids were asking what I got up to as a kid.