‘It was evening in winter. I was walking the dog. It was really cold and crisp. The type of dry winter air, not damp. Frost had started to form. I had let the dog off the lead, and he had trotted on ahead up the drive to the house. I had the sudden feeling of being rushed at very fast. Someone at my right shoulder and pushing past me. As he went past me, he turned to look at me, almost snarled and then was gone. He was thin, and about five foot five inches, long-limbed. He was dressed in early Victorian dress, with a crooked stove pipe hat, a check muffler, and [a] tatty jacket with checked trousers and boots. But what I remember most is his face, which was long and angular. He was aged, with white hair and sharp features. He had long, long fingers, long nails, a long nose, bright eyes. But it wasn’t a kind face. It was pinched and while not evil it definitely wasn’t kind. It didn’t feel like a haunting, but more like an encounter with the fae or something very elemental.’ ‘It felt elemental and ancient. It was definitely of this world.’
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Kent, England
1990s
Female: Age 21-30
occasional supernatural experiences
in a city [‘small town’, ‘on the road by church’]
6 pm-9 pm
less than a minute
on my own
no special state reported
angry
profound silence before the experience, unusually vivid memories of the experience, a sudden chill before the experience