posted on May, 8 2021 @ 06:01 AM
This is one of the most baffling/scary experiences I've gone through in my life.
Last night I wild-camped at the top of a massive rock formation/industrial-age disused quarry in Wales, named "the Little Orme", in Llandudno. The
foot of the hills are plastered with "No Camping" signs, and although I'm always respectful of the land, and leave no trace I was ever there, I
felt apprehension from the start.
The place has several levels, laid out in a staggered formation. About a mile walk onto open flat areas, with a "hidden cove" where you can see
seals. Then, up a very steep incline of about 500 metres, you have another open/flat area of grass, this one enclosed by the cliff walls behind.
Meandering further up is a path through fern bushes and spiky shrubbery and bushes which like to grow on the side of rocky hills. When you get to the
top it is full of long, uneven grass, the ground is also very uneven and filled with boulders and stones.
When I reached the top I took in the amazing panoramic views, watching the sun set over the Irish sea, before whittling my choice of camping locations
down to three, and finally settling on one which allowed for great views from my tent's porch, but also offered a little shelter from the winds (from
the high walls/rock formations behind). What I didn't realize at the time, I was setting my camp up far away from the path which took me back out of
the place, I was sort of at the end of a line, with the path back up a steep hill behind me, and the opposite side had cliffs falling away into the
As the night set on I was fine, had some grub, spent a long time gazing at the lights of the town off in the distance, and the stars in a sky that
wasn't too clouded. Suddenly, around 11pm, I cannot say what caused it, but I was stood outside the tent door with the town down below me, beyond the
cliffs, on my left/front side. Immediately behind me was a rocky cliff which offered shelter from the wind and possible any rain, and then behind me
to the right was a steep, wide path, which led back towards the path down to the lower levels and ultimately off of this hill.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of being watched from behind me and to the right, directly on the pathway out of the place. I stood looking in the dark,
almost expecting something to come walking down the trail, even though it was too dark to really see if anything was there. A few times I got that
feeling and it started to rattle me a little, making me seriously uneasy and taking my attention away from the beautiful surroundings. As I stood
there looking into the darkness and my eyes adjusted, I began to see something which began to scare me in the dark, up the hill about 50 metres. A
really dark cloud, just looked like black, shapeless cloud, was spreading across the hill, covering an area of about 20 metres. Although it was a
cloud, it felt as though it was consciously glaring at me and questioning my presence there.
At the same time I began to get visions and mental images of the view of the town, but with a totally different layout. There was a lot less (almost
no) settlements on the beaches in the bay town below, and in places the trees grew right up to the shoreline. For some reason the dates of 1400s to
1500s were entering my mind. The town below looked like it had a small docking area, and a handful of wooden and stone built buildings. There were no
clear roads, only paths through the forested areas which I couldn't see very far. It felt honestly like there were people up the hill with me, in
spirit form, trying to show me what they could see or had seen here. I also felt distinctly like there was a group of well-to-do ladies, and very
clear, like one of them may have owned the land that the Little Orme sat on, at one point, and she was stood up there surveying the views, almost
gloatingly enjoying the fact that this piece of land once was under her ownership. These were just like a constant flow of thoughts entering my head
and it was so odd. At one point I clearly felt like a spirit was trying to relay messages to me, I could see it stood in front of me gesturing and
trying to almost psychically will words and understandings into my consciousness. It was such a strange experience. I have never had anything like
this happen ever before.
Back to the dark energy that was massing up the hill. At this point, that energy up the hill had became clearly apparent it was a negative energy. It
really wanted my attention and was feeding off my energy. When I was focusing on it, I could feel it trying hard to come closer, surround me, it was
literally spreading out like a cloud of smoke and coming closer, forming on the rocks closer to me and sprouting up at the base of the cliff area
behind my tent. As I continued to look it seemed to begin to form into something, and I could sense two very strong male energies almost trying to
manifest out of this cloud. It was moving and was showing two very distinct outlines of men standing on the top of the hill, looking down at me. The
energy felt like it was trying to overpower me, it was intently honed in on me, it was trying to get closer and closer, it felt like it was
questioning me aggressively in my mind. "Why are you here?" "You shouldn't be here", "You should leave now", "Get out while you can", that
sort of thing. I could feel the energy wanted to do me harm, like it was intrigued with me being camped 20 metres away from the cliff edge, with
nothing but a 150+ metre drop into the Irish sea over them cliffs.
At one point it became so strong and concerning, I started to speak allowed. "I am only here in respect and admiration of the land", "I come in
peace and I leave in peace, this is a beautiful country". That kind of thing. "I don't want any trouble at all, and will leave first chance I
get". Honestly at that point, I was getting worried. It felt like the thing was going to physically manifest, it was going to come to a head,
something bad was going to happen. I was seeing darting things out the corner of my eyes, closer now I would see out the corner of my eye what looked
like someone peering out from behind the rocks, someone on the cliffs overhead, etc. When I turned my gaze that way it would flit away, but I was sure
I had seen things moving. I felt like something was going to appear, something was going to grab a hold of me with no warning, or appear and scream in
my face, that kind of thing. There was a really foreboding feeling. I started to realize that the energy subsided a LITTLE when I gave it no
attention, it was willing me to focus on it so it could build up and encroach on my consciousness. I started to focus again on the town below, talk
about positive things aloud, turned my back on the area.
At the same time this was all going on, I started looking at where I'd pitched my tent and it seemed a lot more steeper towards the sea cliffs than
it had earlier. The tent also seemed a lot closer to the edge. This was strange because earlier I had done a full scout of the area and ummed and
ahhed before picking what I believed to be the ideal spot. Now when I looked at it, it seemed like a bad spot. I walked over and sat in my tent porch,
with my back to where the negative energy was basing itself. At this point, I was aware it had been up there blatantly watching me and honed in on me,
for a good 90 minutes. It felt like it wasn't going to go until it got something from me. I felt very wary, and a sense of