In Scotland , among hill walkers there is a story of 'The Old man of The Mountains'. Many people hear him but none see him. Today for Halloween I am going to tell you a true story of 'The Old Man of the Mountains'.
The story begins many years ,a young couple were on a weekend camping trip to Glen Lyon with the girls parents. They were very keen hill walkers and usually did this together but on this particular day the guy went to the mountains on has own. He was a very brisk walker and used to walk all his companions off their feet, maybe that is why he was on has own that day.
He set off at usual pace to climb the mountain nearest to the campsite, it was a lovely summer day with sun shining brightly and he made good progress up the mountain, we are not talking Ben Nevis here, but around the 3000ft mark, just a stroll in the park for this guy. Up he went enjoying the beautiful scenery all the way. On reaching the top he had a few minutes rest in the afternoon sunshine. He then set off down the mountain but as he walked a bank of fog rolled in and it turned cold. As he continued he thought he heard someone behind him so he turned to look but there was nobody there. On he went again but he could still hear the footsteps behind him. For a few minutes he kept turning round as he kept hearing the footsteps very close behind him. This really started to get to the him and he started to get the feeling of a presence as well. He kept turning round but could not see anyone there. He started to walk quicker and quicker. Now this guy was a seasoned hill walker, climbed many mountains and was not easily fazed but this was really getting to him. At last the fog was behind him and the sun was out again so he thought all would be well. The footsteps were still there and seemed even closer. He was close to the foot of the mountain now but the presence and the footsteps were still there. At last he crossed the bridge over the River Lyon to the side the campsite and the road were on and he could see the people, but the footsteps were still there . He kept on walking quickly towards the tents. He then saw his girlfriend walk out to meet him and as she approached the footsteps stopped as quickly as they had started and the presence was gone.
I don't know if you have realised it or not but the guy in this story in my Stuart and it was me the walked out to meet hem and he stands by this story to this day and it must have happened nearly 50 years ago. Talking about it today I could see that it still gives him the shivers even after all those years.
Flat calm on Loch Leven.