Right, I'm still not entirely sure what to make of this. My girlfriend and I went up Pendle Hill on the 3rd of November, about 4:30pm, just before the light started going. Weather was clear, bit nippy. We were about halfway up when we both heard what sounded like voices - proper old-fashioned singing, like a church choir or something medieval. Very distinct.
Neither of us could work out where it was coming from. I had my torch on, and when I swung it around, I could've sworn I saw shapes moving between the rocks. Not people exactly, more like... shadows with weight to them? The singing stopped abruptly, and we both got this awful chill. Took us about ten minutes to decide to head back down. The whole thing lasted maybe five minutes total.
Has anyone else had experiences on Pendle? I know it's got history with the witch trials and all that, but I'd always thought that was just local legend bollocks.