Been meaning to write this up properly for months. Last August (2023) I went to Bodmin for a week and decided to visit the abandoned tin workings near Crowdy Reservoir. Local history buff, wanted to see them properly. Made a proper day of it - brought a torch, maps, the lot. Thought I'd stay till dusk, maybe see the landscape in different light.
Big mistake. Once the sun went down properly, the atmosphere changed completely. And I mean completely. It went from 'pleasant moorland walk' to 'deeply uncomfortable' in about fifteen minutes. The temperature dropped so much I could see my breath. I wasn't alone out there - I could hear footsteps on the gravel paths behind me, but whenever I'd turn round with the torch, nothing. Just empty moor.
Then I found an old workers' cottage, half-collapsed. And there was singing coming from inside it. Not music - actual voices, like miners singing a work song, but distorted somehow, like an old recording played backwards. I noped out of there so fast. Got back to my car shaking like a leaf. The whole drive back to Bodmin town I felt watched.
Anyone else had experiences out on Bodmin at night? I'm not naturally superstitious but that was genuinely terrifying.