by zarathustra » Fri Sep 17, 2004 12:06 pm
ah.....
If any of you try my above link from now on, you will not be taken to the page i originally spotted. It must have been cleared.
Most searches for HIGHGATE VAMPIRE on the above site will leave you short changed i'm afraid.
Best thing would be a google search.....or check out the british vampire society site.
So....anyways....
Legends. In 1997, in the Autumn months, my favourite time of year back then, after leaving a friends house one night, i decided to cut across the Heath to get home. Hampstead Heath is alleged to be the home of many ghost sightings and ominous reports of murder and the such. One of the most famous ghosts sightings are of Dick Turpin, the notorious highway robber, who roamed the heath back when it was wild land in the 1700's.
I had done this many times before, with company, and alone, with no thought to my safety, off course, being a man.It didn't occur to me to regard myself as being in any kind of potential danger. One makes sure that they are careful, yeah, but, off course, muggings and murder are events that plague other people.
This one night i didn't want to take that walk throught he Heath on my own. I felt scared. This had never happened before, as an adult. I could not account for why i should suddenly Fear going through the Heath on my own. All the same, knowing that my intuition more often than not was usually right on the money, i decided that somehting was up. Crazy as it seemed. So, i went around the Heath rather than go thru, but, intriuged still, wanted to know what i was picking up on.
It felt as if their was an area of the Heath that just felt heavy, tense, as if a very real but intangable wieght could be felt, as if the air had been pushed away from this certain area. It's hard to explain. But, it felt very wrong. I tried to divine where exactly this wrongness was coming from, so i tried to circumnavigate around where i percieved this to be coming from. Yet, when i became clear about where i thought this to be from, i didn't have the surety of my own cockiness to go any further. It felt too heavy, to real i guess.
The next day, i told my close friend that i was going to meet him from leaving our friends, but that somthing felt wrong on the Heath. I expected to have the piss taken out of me, for going on all Fox Mulder beacuase i had a hunch that i was picking up on somthing. I've always been considered flakey. But my friend said that he had flet somthing odd at the heath, and had decided to go straight home, earlier than he would have done.
Another friend of ours, who's boyfriend lived just by where i felt the tension, said that she was walking home thru the heath at around the same time i later told her sensed somthing wrong. She recounted that on her way home, she walked past a woman, a nurse, still in her uniform, a coat over her work garb, walking towards her, looking slightly shaken, appearing a little jumpy. Ok i though, this is odd, but, at least i am not making this all up.
a week later the local newspaper reported that a nurse had been raped, killed, and her body roughly thrown in the bushes of the path that my friend had been walking on. It was the same night that i had felt sensitive on, and it would have beeen not long after the time that all of us had been near the heath.
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zarathustra on Sat Sep 18, 2004 11:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
"...the Earth itself is insane. Man is a marvelous curiosity." Mark Twain