In the 80's my husband and I were courting and decided it would be romantic to go for a moonlight row, we headed out to Flatford Mill intent on borrowing a boat. Arriving at the field that was normally used for a car park we found it barred. The road was little more than the width of the car so we had to reverse using the bridge that spanned the river. Returning slowly up the hill looking for somewhere to park we found a newly built car and picnic area which we duly pulled into. Then the strangeness began.
Both of us were reluctant to get out. Neither of us said anything at the time but our enthusiasm had dissipated within seconds of stopping. Suddenly my husband froze staring into his wing mirror. I immediately turned and saw a ball of blue light hovering in the air at the fringes of the trees that surrounded the area. At the same time we both felt an immense cold although it was a balmy summer's night. We automatically shut up the windows leaving the fan lights open for fresh air whilst keeping an eye on the blue ball. It winked out of existence as quickly as it came and everything went very still and quiet. Just as we began to relax and discuss what to do the hissing began.
I wanted to leave and my husband agreed. It was then that he couldn't find the key slot, the interior light wouldn't work either. The hissing faded and it became quiet again. Suddenly the key went in the engine roared to life and the interior light switched on. I flicked it off as the main lights came on. He looked over his shoulder to reverse and froze for the second time that night. I automatically turned and was scared witless. Heading towards us were robed figures all pointing at the car and chanting in a weird monotone that caused goose-bumps. The car began to cough and splutter and almost died when my husband floored the accelerator and spun round in a semi circle scrunched to a stop shoved it into gear and jetted out of the car park.
Later as we discussed the night's events I rationalised the ball of light as a torch with a blue filter and that we had been unlucky enough to run into would be Satanists that reputedly practiced in the area. I would have forgotten the whole episode when by chance I bumped into an old school friend whom I had not seen for some years.
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