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Evening all,
OK so I threatened you with another report so here goes.....
This place was Fcking creepy as hell. We arrived at the beginning of a storm around Saturday lunchtime and proceeded to unpack ready for the short hike to the place. We were told that the owner is right on top of this and lo and behold, a car came out of the track just as we were about to head through the forest rather than use the track. Not so bad if you are a walker or dog owner as its public but tripods give the game away these days.
The car pulled in front of ours and was just parked there with the lights on as if he was watching us out the rear view mirror, so we carried on walking down the road as if we were on a ramble.
Well the heavens opened so we decided to walk back to the car and see what this guy was doing. Thankfully from the road we couldn't see the drivers door open and it was just a guy picking pine cones in the forest for his BBQ so we had a chat and off he went. So we waited 10 minutes and cut through the forest. This time, crossing the barrier and straight in to the grounds through the hedge and to the front door.
As we arrived, the whole sky went dark and the rain and thunder started, just as Sean opened the front door and to the discovery that the downstairs light was on. Sufficiently creeped out as we were, we spent a good few minutes in silence in the hall waiting for some noise or sign that someone may have been in. Luckily, no one in and we had a good hour and a half or so in here with some pretty bad light.
We left and walked straight into a couple coming through the door with a dog. Thinking it was the owner, we briefly tried to explain ourselves until we saw the camera backpack and tripod.
Atmospheric was the word of the afternoon especially considering the history.
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the "Bokkenrijders". These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. Mr Clerkx was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the "Bokkenrijders", in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of him.
After the "Bokkenrijders" were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror Mr Clerkx brought took ages to be forgotten.....
On with some photos.
Thanks for looking in.
OK so I threatened you with another report so here goes.....
This place was Fcking creepy as hell. We arrived at the beginning of a storm around Saturday lunchtime and proceeded to unpack ready for the short hike to the place. We were told that the owner is right on top of this and lo and behold, a car came out of the track just as we were about to head through the forest rather than use the track. Not so bad if you are a walker or dog owner as its public but tripods give the game away these days.
The car pulled in front of ours and was just parked there with the lights on as if he was watching us out the rear view mirror, so we carried on walking down the road as if we were on a ramble.
Well the heavens opened so we decided to walk back to the car and see what this guy was doing. Thankfully from the road we couldn't see the drivers door open and it was just a guy picking pine cones in the forest for his BBQ so we had a chat and off he went. So we waited 10 minutes and cut through the forest. This time, crossing the barrier and straight in to the grounds through the hedge and to the front door.
As we arrived, the whole sky went dark and the rain and thunder started, just as Sean opened the front door and to the discovery that the downstairs light was on. Sufficiently creeped out as we were, we spent a good few minutes in silence in the hall waiting for some noise or sign that someone may have been in. Luckily, no one in and we had a good hour and a half or so in here with some pretty bad light.
We left and walked straight into a couple coming through the door with a dog. Thinking it was the owner, we briefly tried to explain ourselves until we saw the camera backpack and tripod.
Atmospheric was the word of the afternoon especially considering the history.
There are gruesome rumours about the owner of this house. In the 18th Century the lowlands of Belgium and The Netherlands were confronted with gangs of hoodlums, rapists and satanists who called themselves the "Bokkenrijders". These medievil criminals terrorized the people and left a trail of destruction in these countries. Mr Clerkx was fed up and swore to wipe out all of the "Bokkenrijders", in which he succeeded. Stories go that in the basement of his house he had rings attached to the walls where he locked up the criminals and starved them to death. Those who were not brought to the basement were hung. The hanging was often done in public and therefor the people were very frightened of him.
After the "Bokkenrijders" were no more he turned his aggression to the people around him. This got so worse that he was banned by the community. But even after he left, the terror Mr Clerkx brought took ages to be forgotten.....
On with some photos.
Thanks for looking in.
