Our intrepid band of ghost hunters were on the hunt again. Another likely spooky spot had been chosen and plans had been hatched for us to meet up on Friday the 13th. A date full of supernatural promise!
It was a rather special spot in fact – a vigil here was bound to produce some inexplicable happenings.
We’d done our research:
‘This site was thought to be popular for ancient Celtic water worship rituals for two reasons; firstly, the water is salinated, a peculiarity for an inland lake. Secondly the nearby waterfall of Kinder Downfall often appears to have the mythical quality of water flowing upwards on a blustery day.
The waters here are also believed to offer healing qualities to those brave enough to bathe in them. For those looking for eternal life, the best time to visit is at midnight at Easter, the only time of the year when the Mermaid is said to appear. If she looks upon you fondly then she will grant you the gift of immortality. Make sure you catch her on a good day though, otherwise you can expect to be pulled into the pool to your death!’
Another writer says:
‘that the mermaids Pool had a subterranean connection with the far distant Atlantis, and at 12 p.m. on Midsummer’s Eve a mermaids arose out of he pool and sang with enchanting sweetness and allured to destruction any reckless swain who had watched to see her rise.’
Well, we had plenty of reckless swain in our group.
The weather was suitably grey and drizzly as we made our way there.
It all added to the atmosphere. We were very hopeful of documenting some Strange Goings On. In fact the first Strange Goings On was Pebbles – constantly staring and barking at something in the distance which we couldn’t see, while we were all putting our tents up…
We collected our water for the night from the pool, but it wasn’t salty. Which was a bit of a relief, to be honest.
The rain and the wind prevented us from vigil-ing outside, forcing us to communicate by Twitter from tent to tent.
And it wasn’t long before more Strange Goings On materialised. Once again, Dale appeared to be a conduit for random body parts.
Eerie howling in the dark had us all on edge at one point, as did the wretched sounds of a woman wailing. At this, Dale was the only one brave enough to go and look, running back almost as soon as he was out, screaming something about Jason!
What a night! We’d gathered enough evidence to move psychical research forward in leaps and bounds.
I eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep – but not before hearing the mournful bleating of a lonely sheep and Dale inviting it into his tent.
The morning dawned dry and warm, all spooky happenings over and done with, and the sun weakly starting to break through the clouds.
Slowly surfacing, we had a slackpacking start to the day, excitedly chatting about the Strange Goings On of the previous night.
A different route back to civilisation was taken. In the safety of numbers and daylight, we braved The Haunted Forest, Wild River Crossings and Barbed Wire.
Pebbles was On Point the whole way.
We were a tired but smug bunch of ghost hunters that slowly wended our way back to civilisation.
It had been a very successful night.