The orange Mist

Stanton Low: The village was destroyed by the gravel workings in the 1950s. All that is left above ground of the former village of Stanton Low is St Peters Church (ruins)

Three of us visited this area one evening. It was February and a little chilly, but no rain and reasonably clear night.
The area that once was an old village is spread across many acres, the church stands in the middle, next to it, one of the rarest trees around (Black poplar).

There has been rumours of an ancient burial site here (unproven) and also that the village was ravaged by the Black death (again, I have no evidence or proof, it is just one of those tales).

The long narrow track to the church runs through a blank canvass, as you approach there is evidence of sheep pens and old stone wall which was once a farm.

The ruins:

We stopped the car on the track and walked to the gate of the church. I took a few photos but could see nothing in them, so we walked round the side, to the dips and hollows where this burial site is supposed to be.
I stopped dead in my tracks as something brushed past me, the two others were in front of me. I told the others and they started to walk back, hugging each other.
We went back to the car to drive further, round a bend and down the long track. A canal runs past the top end with a bridge which is gated, none of us wanted to get out to open it so we turned back. I took photos and there was a strange mist, an orangey mist, which didn’t rise from the ground, it just appeared from the side above head height.

We drove back to the church and I desperately need to take a loo break (it happens!) There was no way I was going further than the car, so behind the back I went. I was being watched I felt sure of it, it was dark and silent and the feeling that someone wanted to grab me stopped me short, so I bundled back into the car (backseat)

The front passenger was turned towards the driver and myself, talking about how we felt ill at ease. Suddenly she screamed and turned towards the door, pulling at it. For a second neither me nor the driver could see what had scared her, then we realised, her door was wide open!

She pulled it hard, it wouldn’t shut, then pulled again and it shut tight. She felt as though someone was pulling it open, the force was so great. We drove fast, but we had the feeling someone was running alongside us, we could hear movement. Along the narrow track we raced until we got to the entrance and main road.

All panicky and worried we drove to a nearby town and parked in a pub car park where we talked over the incident. We tried to open the door, it was tight (my old car, the doors were a bit sticky top open and shut easily)

We cut short the night and drove back to my house, where I took a photo of my two friends. The orange mist was all around them! I took several photos all around but there was no mist, another of them and it had gone.

Had it followed us, was it in the car with us?

We don’t know, but we were extremely upset by the night and have not returned to the place since, except during the day.

Photos of the mist and of my friends (one is obscured as she is not wanting to be shown) in my page.

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ghost, investigation, mist, paranormal, spirit and spooky