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My favorite type of ghost stories usually involve some lonely traveler, in some dimly lit backroad and coming across a supernatural being. Whether it is a ghost, alien creature or mythological creature; these types of stories have always fascinated me.

I like to travel a lot. When I do I always make sure I have a camera ready to go. Just in case…

Full source: Forteanzoology.blogspot.com

Another one from the archives. This was written in 1998 for Devon Life magazine….

The most well known image of the Outlaw Biker is still that of Marlon Brando in “The Wild Ones” (1954) – a rugged individualist or a leather clad thug depending on your viewpoint. Whichever way you decide to picture them one does not usually associate bikers with screaming hysteria but when Oakhampton based rider Stephen Johnston phoned us he sounded almost incoherent with fear!

He had been travelling home from seeing a girlfriend on the night of Febuary 18, 1998. Riding along the along a lonely Dartmoor lane at approximately 1.45 a.m he noticed something on the road ahead.

“At first I thought it was a patch of fog but as I drew closer I saw a light shining out of what seemed to be a billowing cloud”…

Steve assumed that another bike was driving the opposite way down the tiny Devon road and was partially hidden from him by the mist. However, both the ruddy light, and its surrounding vapour apeared to be moving together. A sudden feeling of panic overwhelmed him and he swerved to avoid the oncoming “thing”…

“The light seemed more like an eye” he told us later, “and although I couldn’t see a body behind “it” as if “it” looked at me”. Steve found himself caught up in the miasma and likened the sensation to being draped in a cold damp blanket. “I found myself being weighed down like I was walking through syrup” he continued. “There was a high pitched whining sound like that made by an excited dog but far more shrill and accompanied by a clattering noise. Looking sideways I saw several objects extend rapidly from the opaque cloud and strike the road repeatedly. At first they looked like horses hooves but I soon realized that they were cloven hooves like those of a goat, only far larger….”

The terrified biker also noticed a stomach churning smell that he likened to “an open grave”.He told us that “it” left the immpression of being one large entity rather than a parade of things. Within seconds the “thing” had gone, seeming to disregard the shaking man. Looking back, he saw “it” moving quickly up the road extending tendrils of fog before it as if it was groping for something along the roadside. Driving home in shock, Steve found the cadaver like stench seemed to linger in his nostrils for several hours.

Unsuprisingly Steve Johnson no longer drives along this road after night fall.

It so happened that the night that Steve Johnson reported his experience to us, Richard was still at University in Leeds, Jon was visiting a girlfriend in London, and Graham was the only person on duty. This is HIS account of what happened next!

Steve is a pretty down-to-earth person, more interested in mechanics on his motor bike than in the supernatural or in ritualistic activity. When he phoned me in the early hours, sounding pretty shaken, and referring to ‘something bad having happened on his way home’ I thought he’d crashed his machine or perhaps hit a pedestrian. As he’s a decent sort of bloke, and obviously in some sort of trouble, I was prepared to listen. I settled more comfortably in my seat and calmly asked him what was up.

He laughed harshly and told me agitatedly that he had no idea. “Yeah, very helpful”, I reflected, while wondering how tactfully to ask if he was “on” something – ie under the influence of alchohol, or even something more exotic. I asked Steve where he had been, partly to try to get some tangible information and partly to give him a moment to calm down. It took me a couple of minutes to understand where he’d been, and where he was now – because his replies were rather confused. Gradually, however, he described some of what he had seen.

After I realised that I was basically hearing an account of an apparently-supernatural phenomenon, I felt I should adopt a more investigative role. After all, I wasn’t counselling a traffic accident victim, as I’d first imagined. During our conversation, however, the information was all jumbled up It – perhaps belatedly – occurred to me that, supernatural or not, the event had clearly shocked him, and that, since he was a friend, I should go easy. So we just chatted for a while, during which it emerged that he hadn’t taken any mind-altering substances – other than a couple of pints of beer, and that he’d rung me partly because I was a mate but mainly because, knowing I was ‘into’ that sort of weird stuff, he thought I might have an explanantion. (I didn’t.)

Steve did keep back-tracking to his ‘event’ however, as if he kept suddenly remembering particular impressions. The information, when organised chronologically, essentially matched the more lucid description he gave us two days later.

When we did meet, and he’d given his account of the encounter, I asked him if we could use the story in the future. He agreed, and I asked him if he wanted anonymity. He mused over this for a moment, and then shrugged. “It happened,” he said flatly. “And I’m not chairman of I.C.I., am I, so what the hell…?”

  • The folklore in the Dartmouth area includes a creature called a “Boneless” that somewhat fits this description, if I remember correctly… Ahh, here it is!
    From Ruth Tongue’s book on British Folkore “Forgotten Folk-Tales of the English Counties;”

    “…his lamp lit up a white summat across the road. It weren’t fog. It were alive – kind of wooly like a cloud or a damp sheep – and it slid up and all over him on his bike, and was gone rolling and bowling and stretching out and in up the Perry Farm Road. It was so sudden he didn’t fall off – but he says it was like a heavy wet blanket, and so terrible cold and smelled stale…”

    But according to Ms. Tongue this particular story took place outside of Oxford, so I can only wonder how far away from Dartmouth that is…

    Jason Crocker

  • 140 miles to Dartmouth from Oxford…

    Bit of a distance for a shambling horror, you think?

  • DrAllen77

    It makes one wonder if Mr.Johnston had read the same british folklore book. The stories seem to be identical.
    Maybe one too many pints had caused a subconscious memory of the story to become conscious.
    moral of the story… Don’t Drink and drive, the ghosts will get ya!

  • jbondo

    I got the same impression. Certain key phrases are a perfect match. I was wondering who this guy is and could he be tracked down? Or are the players in the story made up as well?

  • My feelings and impressions exactly….

  • Indrid Cold,

    it’s almost like reading a word-for-word account of what happened.
    Great job!

    -Javier

  • Who ever thought my endless days of reading folklore and mythology would come in handy?

    J. Crocker

  • Just

    ..fog / mist is only their means of transport ..their disguise

    i live in asia.. no association whatsoever with English folklore, but what Steve Johnson saw is very identical to my experience…except for one thing… i saw the whole episode through, the thing that develops from a rolling fog is not a pleasant sight.

    notice when it arrives no air or wind present.. its as if time and space had stood still

    very tall, white gown, long and thick hair.. very round large eyes, no nose visible.. mouth filled with fangs.

    once the creature has shown herself to me..once again it dismiised an envelopes back into a rolling / twisting fog / mist and flew away..

    must confess, that thing got me faith though

    its been almost 20yrs since then, and i still get the feeling its still around me.. been googling for answers eversince..

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