I was too scared to camp here

Dude!! The SAME thing happened to me at Loch Lomond. I was half way up, a few miles past the Hydro Dam, pitched in a small outlook of rock and trees which jutted into the lake. I had permission from the farmer to pitch, and the second I finished a definite sense of unease and not being welcome came over me. There was just something inexplicable about being so close to that vast, dark and ancient body of water, all alone. I was barely three minutes from the road which runs along the length of the Loch, so modernity and my car were only moments away, but that didn't help the feeling of dread which was growing by the minute. In the end I bottled it, pulled down my tent and ran all the way to the car, in the dark, sweating and feeling like I needed to leave immediately. That's NEVER happened before or since, and although I only pass Lomond every decade or so (I'm Welsh), I always cast my eye at that spot and just nod my head. Something ancient dwells there, and it didn't want me.

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ALLWAYS TRUST YOUR GUT,

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About 1972 my girlfriend and I toured the Highlands in a Morris minor , we put up the tent somewhere remote for the night, it had been v near a battle site, .During the night there was a sound like footsteps walking around the tent . I didn't want to say anything and then she whispered to me "I'm scared whats that sound" I said yeah so am I ! We held each other tightly all night and I had my knife beside me , but I was thinking of something possibly supernatural . (we were V remote in a rugged landscape. )The place from the beginning felt odd and unfriendly and the swarms of midges at twilight were torture. Don't tell me it was a wombat . we survived , Having a joint after dinner probably did not help at all either.

When they were building the dam at Loch Treig, which I think was the late 1950s, they had employed divers to work in the depths. These were ex naval divers, the type wearing large helmets and big weighty boots.. These were tough men who'd done all sorts during war times. More than one of them quit on the spot after diving in the Loch. Eack of them saving that they'd been in the dark depths and had something very large swimming around them. Even after offering them large pay rises, these guys simply walked away and said they would not be going in there again.... On the other hand, our mind can get the better of us... I remember one night deep in the woods up near laggan.... A group of us wild camping.. No tents... There's a clearing next to the river Pattick..great spot and we've camped there many times. We'd have a big fire.. Drink and cook around it and have a laugh.. There was five of us so we would feel secure I guess, not that I ever felt worried.... One night, we'd all bedded down to sleep. Fire was low and we're lying in our sleeping bags.... Start hearing this knocking noise every now and then.... It gets closer. It had initially seemed very distant.. As time passes it gets closer and louder... A clear knocking noise... Everyone was defo getting scared as ut made no rational sense... Each if us concluded that we could think of nothing to explain such a noise. It had to be other human beings... And who in their right mind would be out deep in the woods in the dark with no torch....? We all got out of our sleeping bags and grabbed torches.... Just at that there was a large noise as we had spooked whatever it was and it started running..... The knocking got so much more, like something crashing through the trees. Scary noise indeed. It was a big red deer stag... It had been making it's way through the wood. The knocking was it's antlers clacking off tree branches. As it ran away with was like a machine gun as it antlers rattled the branches. I can't imagine how you'd have felt being out there on your own, even though it was a very rational explanation...

I was brought up in a small village in the Trossachs. We were always outdoors as a family and playing with friends. From the age of 8 I would take our dog gor a walk and walk for miles in scenery like that. Although I was aware of dangers I felt very safe. Would I do it now..no chance. Always get the feeling we are being watched. If you get that "feeling"..make sure you act on it. Great channel, I will start watching

Many years ago, back in the very early 80s, I went camping in Devon with my boyfriend. We were driving down a narrow back road in the twilght when there was a sudden sharp smack on the window on my side of the car and the car partially lifted off - both wheels off the road, again on my side. I screamed at my boyfriend to step on it and get the hell out of there because a voice - to this day I don't know if it was in my head - yelled at me, "don't look out the window. don't look out the window." Now, for some reason I knew it meant the side window, so sobbing in fear I kept my gaze strictly to the fore as he gunned it out of there as fast as he could. Much further on, we reached a clearing where there were street lights and he, being the sort who didn't believe in anything that didn't have a "rational explanation" got out of the car and walked all around it to check for damage or signs of anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. Now, the thing is there were no overhanging branches, rocks on the road or anything of that nature that could have explained what happened Eventually, he opened the boot and decided it must have been caused by the small camping gas cannister rattling around in the boot - except it wasn't rattling around, it was well secured. Still, he'd found an explanation that satisfied him. Not me, though, I felt sick and overcome by fear. There was just something so wrong. I could feel it, a thick, dark, threatening mass. We drove on and eventually reached the camp site - I wish I could remember exactly where it was - somewhere around Ilfracombe, is as good as I can come up with. There were a couple of other tents there and a caravan or two. The feeling of fear far from abating got stronger and stronger. I literally sat crying in the car while he (poor thing) erected the tent by himself. It was dark by now, so I couldn't see much and eventually he persuaded me to come into the tent. Well, I can honestly say, I didn't sleep a wink that night, the reason being that I could hear the most awful heart-rending wailing of women and children all night long. It was terrifying. Unearthly. The next morning I asked the other campers/caravanners if they had heard anything but they just looked at me like I was mad. We left, even before breakfast as I simply couldn't stay another minute - I was a wreck. Moreover, with the coming of daylight, we noticed something we had missed in the dark of the previous night, a burial mound within touching distance of the campsite. I didn't feel I was back to normal until Devon was receding in our rear view mirror. The sensible boyfriend confessed years later that he had been terrified too and had no rational explanation for what happened. I do, though, because I was so disturbed by our experience and fascinated at the same time, that I undertook some research and discovered that around the area we had driven through there had been a horrific ambush and several people had been massacred. I think, perhaps, the conditions were such that we (me in particular) somehow tuned into a replay of it and I suspect I also tuned into the terrible grief surrounding the burial mound. It was not my first or last encounter with the supernatural but the details of that particular one are etched into my memory and the devastating feeling of both evil and grief. Sorry, this answer is so long, but I just wanted to say that, yes, you should always trust your instincts, that little inner voice that most of us fail to listen to, as it will never send you wrong. I taught my children that lesson from when they were small and it has saved them more than once. I really enjoyed your video. One day, I hope to visit Scotland. I am a Celt too but from Ireland.

Hi Gregor. If you’re not feeling it, then always better to call it. There’s plenty more opportunities. Thanks for still sharing your adventure mate. Still nice to see the wonderful scenery. All the best Dave 😀🥾⛰🏕️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

There are places here in Scotland where much older, much more experienced people have literally had experiences which frightened the living daylights out of them, and to which they never return regardless of the weather.

About 20 years ago I went with a friend, who had a boat, to Loch Awe to fish. We camped out on an Island which had an ancient graveyard, as dusk was falling I was collecting fallen branches for our fire. As I neared the walled graveyard I had an immense feeling that I was encroaching on the peace of the departed. It was the most profound sense of being unwelcome it really affected me deeply and of course I turned and headed back to our tent. The thing is I wouldn't have gone into the graveyard even if I hadn't sensed any kind of malevolent atmosphere.

The 'hills have eyes'. Just as soon as you leave civilisation, The rational world is only a veneer.

Years ago a friend of mine told me this story! Herself, her husband and children were picnicking by a large lake in Britain somewhere, (I can't remember exactly where) My friend was down by the lake side when suddenly an inner voice and her instincts told her "Get away from there NOW, MOVE". She said she felt really terrified for no good reason she could think of. But move she did, and took the family with her. 😳

This caught ny attention as years back i had a similar experience not far from here and decided not to camp and head home.Ended up having an odd experience as i packed up the van and left,like others say-always trust your gut.you made the right decision buddy.Safe travels

I'm glad you posted this. I'm from Perthshire and I recently got that same weird feeling by an isolated lochan ~ I didn't hang about either. In my experience if you get that unsettling uncomfortable feeling it's best to leave.

I was once camping in North Wales (place called Tudweiliog on The Lynn Peninsula) tent was all set up so I wandered off to try to get to some standing stones I'd seen on the OS map, found what appeared to be a shortcut through a small wood just off the road. The moment I stepped off the road and into the wood I knew something was wrong, birds weren't singing and the silence was utterly defending. I backed out and continued on the road (never did find the stones)

Saved yourself from being dragged feet first from the tent in your sleep and drooned in the loch by the Kelpie.

I think if you were the type to worry about being alone you wouldn't be doing these camps, thanks for showing us the beautiful views.

Done the same a couple of times. Been pitched up but something was niggling me so I packed up. Well done for getting it posted up