Right, I've been putting off writing this up for months because I wasn't sure anyone would take it seriously, but here goes. It was the 14th of October last year, a Thursday evening, around half nine at night. I'd been walking a stretch of the North Yorkshire Moors near Goathland - solo, which I know isn't ideal but I do it all the time and know the paths well. Weather had been overcast all day, no wind to speak of, temperature probably around 8 or 9 degrees. I had my head torch and my phone but signal out there is basically nonexistent.
About two miles from where I'd parked the car, I became aware of a sound behind me. The only way I can describe it is a low, rhythmic clicking, almost like someone dragging something metallic across a wooden fence, but there were no fences nearby. I stopped. It stopped. I started walking again and after maybe thirty seconds, it started again. I turned around and shone my torch back along the path and there was absolutely nothing there, just the path disappearing into the dark and the heather either side.
I picked up my pace and so did the sound. By the time I got back to the car I was practically jogging. And here's the bit that really gets me - when I got home to my flat in Whitby and took my boots off in the hallway, I could hear it again, faintly, from outside the front door. I opened the door and nothing was there. It stopped that night and I never heard it again, but I've not done a solo evening walk since. Has anyone had anything similar on the moors? I've read a few things about the Barguest legend in that area and I'm wondering if there's something to it.