As many of my readers are aware, I have a keen interest in the paranormal. I have conducted a number of paranormal investigations and ‘ghost hunting’ has become a hobby of mine.
On a warm sunny evening, I visited the infamous Pendle Hill for a paranormal investigation. It was the third time I had been to this haunted location and my brother Michael, his partner Zara and I decided that this was the night we would climb the looming hill itself and investigate the summit.
We parked the car on a street at the bottom of the hill in Barley and followed our maps closely. We had planned our route meticulously; the path up the hill which is visible when one looks at the hill from the road is extremely steep. We decided that following the path which slowly inclined from the back of the hill was our best option.
Pendle Hill Ghosts: The Journey Begins
We began our ghost hunt at Pendle Hill at 9 pm. It was dark by this time and we were in excellent spirits, eager to meet whatever awaited us at the top of the hill. This path took us past a huge reservoir; the sound of running water offered some soundtrack in an otherwise desolate and silent place. We passed a small woodland to the right of us. I had a sense someone was in amongst the trees so I started to take pictures. I saw a light with my own eyes and captured it in a photo.
Initially, the road was wide and safe, but as we began to ascend, the path became steep and treacherous. We had a ‘don’t look down’ moment an hour into our journey as we tracked along a path some 2 feet wide with a straight 60 feet drop into the reservoir below. At times I was unsure whether the pitch-black darkness was a blessing or a curse. The ghosts of Pendle Hill could be nowhere near as scary as the journey to the top of the hill.
Ascending the Hill
It was after this terrifying experience the trail really began to climb. At times, we were scrambling uphill holding onto rocks and pulling ourselves up with our hands. Then after a while, the path would flatten once more and we felt only a small incline.
It was approximately 2 hours into our trek that our isolation became extremely apparent and we began to experience the unexplained. On at least 5 occasions, Michael who led the way would turn around asking Zara and me to repeat ourselves, but we had not spoken but I had heard the voice too. It was as if someone was there with us, sometimes up close, or next to the path. More often than not these voices seemed to be coming from a short distance away, maybe 15 or 20 feet away.
Armed with our EMF detector, spirit box, EVP recorder and camera, we began our investigation proper and sought out the ghosts of Pendle Hill. To our surprise, we captured no evidence of the paranormal on any of our equipment. However the voices seemed to be getting closer, we shone our torches in all directions, expecting to see a living human being right next to us, but nothing. It was a clear night, we could see in all directions as far as the hills would allow, but nothing, no birds, no animals, no living creatures whatsoever.
Onward we pressed adamant we would reach the summit of the hill, but with each step we took, a deeper sense of doom filled our bones.
3 hours into our ghost hunt on Pendle Hill on the now cold dark hill. At times we felt lost and a sensation of doubt that we would ever reach the top or indeed ever leave the hill. An initially exciting paranormal investigation felt more like a quest for survival in a desolate and eerie place. We cared little about our investigation and thought only of reaching the summit. The voices that followed us we now failed to remark upon, they came so frequently and loudly. At numerous points, as we perched on cold damp rocks to catch our breath we used our equipment, but no voices or images were captured.
After a long, gruelling four and a half hours, we finally reached the top of Pendle Hill. We sat at the monument erected there and took in the view. Zara, Michael and I were exhausted, cold and our only thoughts were of home. Nevertheless, we did what we set out to do – an investigation at the summit of Pendle Hill.
We ran all our equipment. I took a multitude of photos, but again, no voice, no images. The only noteworthy occurrence was two lights, which appeared to be torches we could see at the very bottom of the hill. We remarked on the possibility that people may soon be walking along the path up the hill. However, rather than following a path, these lights continuously appeared and disappeared seemingly floating in the same spot for several minutes then extinguishing and then returning minutes later. This happened throughout our vigil at the summit. We would later experience these lights again.
After an hour of nothing but the sound of the harsh wind, we made our journey down the hill.
The Terrifying Descent
We decided to take a steeper but much quicker descent down from the hill. The descent took a mere 30 minutes, however, this path was even more dangerous than the ascending path we had taken through the back of the hill. It felt like a vertical drop and in the terrifying darkness, I at times actually cried! The steps at first were wide and manageable, although strangely arranged to take an unusually wide stride to go from one to the next.
After a few minutes, the steps became increasingly smaller and narrower. I clung onto the hillside as I made my descent thinking only of the sheer drop to my left. Michael ploughed on deeming my actions rather dramatic, but as I type now I relive the terror of that night.
When we finally reached the bottom of the hill and the path became safer, I rolled along the grass, happy to see flat land again and vowing never again to climb Pendle Hill. Little did we know our investigation was about to begin.
The Paranormal Investigation of Pendle Hill Truly Begins
As we made our way to the car, we discussed the sudden realisation that we had another 1.5 miles to walk and we had captured nothing. As we walked along the dark creepy path we passed the trees to our left. I was snapping pictures. As I looked behind me, I saw a mist, I could see it with my own eyes. I tried to take a picture of it a few times but nothing. And then I captured my most compelling piece of paranormal evidence to date.
Not only did I capture the mist, but I saw a face in the mist. I would like to add that I began taking pictures precisely because I saw mist and the face within it with my own eyes.
Upon later review, I noticed a multitude of faces in this mist, but at the time the camera flashed, I could see only one.
Here is the image enhanced to bring out the details.
And here, I have zoomed into the mist …
I have circled the face I originally saw with my own eyes.
To me, it looked as though a woman’s face was beginning to form and then she started to open her mouth in a rather terrifying way.
When I showed my brother the photo shortly after taking the picture, he could only see this face.
He believed it to look rather more ‘witchy’.
Had I not seen the mist and the face with my own eyes, and had merely looked back on a photo I snapped, I would assume the faces were simply a visual matrix. However, my experience that night I feel is supported by the photo. Whether you can see a face or not (as I did at the time), there is undeniably some sort of mist in front of the camera.
Other people have seen multiple faces in the mist. Are these the infamous ghosts of Pendle Hill? Are they the witches of Pendle Hill? You decide.
As I went to take another photo, I could see the mist leaving, moving to my right very quickly, and in the next picture, the mist had disappeared. Nothing then appeared in my photos but orbs.
The Long Walk to the Car
I was astounded at the photo I had taken but Michael wanted to press on and reach the car. We could hear nothing, no animals, no cars.
A loud noise, with human vocal tone startled us, it sounded almost like a loud exhale, as if someone was running up behind us. We were astounded to see no one. We stopped to investigate but caught no EVPs or fluctuations on the EMP metre, nor anything strange in the photos.
Suddenly two lights appeared a few hundred yards in front of us. The road was pitch black so they were clearly visible. They did not belong to a car, they looked exactly like the lights we had seen from the top of Pendle Hill. Initially, we assumed they were people, however, when we got a little close to them, we could not see any people, only the lights. It seemed the lights would allow us to catch up a little and then jump ahead again so we could never catch them. As we walked on, these lights became frantic, dancing around in the dark. As we reached the end of the road and the car, we saw no other person. We felt the ghosts of Pendle Hill had truly revealed themselves!
At around 4 am we were relieved to see the car. Our ghost hunt on Pendle Hill had finally come to an end. We bundled in and headed home vowing we had unfinished business at Pendle Hill, or at least, the lands surrounding it anyway… To be continued!?!?!?