Between Three Bridges and Haywards Heath

….We looked from the window down at the stubble in the field below. As the light framed a patch of weeds the girl began to say how she had fond memories of collecting the dry thistle-heads as a child. We both turned and looked out across the field. I was just think long of what to say, and for a split second my eyes refocused on our reflection in the window. She looked like she was screaming at full volume, her head back and her mouth stretching open, her throat was thick with the air in it and her wide eyes were focused on mine…..

Mystery Cryptid

…On the way in I had been able to cross a swag that had minimal water but ow as soon as i entered it it was almost over my boots. I decided to go back up on the knoll and take another path that was a little longer but gave me access to the field i wanted to be walking in. When i topped the knoll i decided to look back at the area that the “form” had been standing at,….and it was no longer there….