snavej
Oh no, not him again!
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In the summer of 1994, when I was unemployed for a while, I took a walk down to St. Mary's Church in Llanfair P.G., Anglesey, North Wales, U.K. The church is centuries old and the adjoining cemetery is full - there is hardly any room left for further burials. The church is right next to a stony beach and thus only a few yards from the sea. A small stream flows through the centre of the cemetery and empties into the sea. On the beach, there is a statue of Lord Nelson or someone similar. The sea itself has very strong currents and treacherous rocks in that area - easily enough to sink ships. Many have indeed been sunk there over the years. The land around the church is protected as a conservation area, so it is at least half woodland.
I was lingering in the yard just outside the church gates, admiring the scenery and wondering what to do next. I was feeling relaxed and there were no problems facing me. The afternoon was drawing to a close and evening was fast approaching. The clouds were starting to thicken up, as if rain might come in the next few hours. Just then, I felt a tremendous dread come upon me for no apparent reason. I have never felt a fear quite like that, either before or since. I knew that I had to leave the area immediately. I walked as fast as I could up the slope and along the main road back to my parents' house. As I went, I wondered why I felt this way and why exactly I was fleeing.
I had previously heard about spirit gatherings, which tend to scare off the living. Another possibility was that I had an intuition that something was wrong at home. When I got home, I asked my mother if there were any problems to deal with. She said that everything was fine and that she had not had any worries about me that day. I can only conclude, therefore, that something near that church had compelled me to leave the site. I have been down to the church since: sometimes I find it to be OK, other times it feels a little melancholy.
I was lingering in the yard just outside the church gates, admiring the scenery and wondering what to do next. I was feeling relaxed and there were no problems facing me. The afternoon was drawing to a close and evening was fast approaching. The clouds were starting to thicken up, as if rain might come in the next few hours. Just then, I felt a tremendous dread come upon me for no apparent reason. I have never felt a fear quite like that, either before or since. I knew that I had to leave the area immediately. I walked as fast as I could up the slope and along the main road back to my parents' house. As I went, I wondered why I felt this way and why exactly I was fleeing.
I had previously heard about spirit gatherings, which tend to scare off the living. Another possibility was that I had an intuition that something was wrong at home. When I got home, I asked my mother if there were any problems to deal with. She said that everything was fine and that she had not had any worries about me that day. I can only conclude, therefore, that something near that church had compelled me to leave the site. I have been down to the church since: sometimes I find it to be OK, other times it feels a little melancholy.