Just to be upfront, I have never told this to any one except my dad who's where I come from. If any of you know about my past stories I have a full Celtic backround, and am very interseted in the Celtic paranormal beliefs. I have always hiked in this certain part of my town since I was wee lad. I always hiked past a wierd looking henge, one that looks spitting image identical to the henges made on stone in Wales, Cornwall, Brittany, and Ireland.
There was always a weird sensation of being watched, I haven't been this place in a while, but when I went back recently I felt a weird sensation again. I can't discribe it, but it felt like some held a big T.V right behind my head, even in the day. It only got wrose in the night, hearing faint little whispers and sometimes seening things in the back of my eye. I would go there sometimes with my dog, and it seemed as though she felt uneasy about going near it. I did some reaserch and found something like ancient Cornish or Breton, but I have a feeling it was Cornish sailed across in B.C times and settled in the exact location I live at. Living side by side even Trading and mixing with the local Lenape tribe and I even found a language that was a mix of Lenape and Ancient Brythonic (in the Cornish dialect, not the Welsh or midland britain).
After learning this and much more about Celt mysticism and old folklore that henges were used for paganistic perposes and to talk to the dead and spirits of old tribesmen, I went back and just sat in the middle of the henge for a long time walking around it in and staring into the creek and waterfalls that surrounded it almost 360 degrees. I started to hear foot steps around dusk, soon hearing faint voices in the woods, even getting the sensation of someone holding a T.V right behind me although it seemed like many were there. To be honost I got a little scared hearing what I heard and seeing now little bright lightes flashing and flying by my face and around me, and what I thought were rods or beams.
It started to scare the hell out of me so I sang the one song in the old Cornish language that always made me sense that good presence of what I learned was old family members. (from my other story Family Ties). As I was singing this song I felt the good presences come around me but also before I sensed them I can't describe it only to say that it felt like the whole mood of the place calmed or I didn't feel as threatened by them. I look back now and think maybe it was because I was speaking the same langauge as them in the past life. At first I did feel like I may have been torn apart because I stuck around for so long it must have pissed them off.
Now I go there with my dog and still she seems uneasy, but I feel no danger now. But actually sometimes I feel they know me and see me as not a threat, but a descendant, or some kind of fellow countryman. Because some times I go down there at night and speak in the ancient Cornish language hearing the whispering, but now the apparitions have become very bold as if the they know me and don't care if I see them.
Please tell me what you think of my experiance, and tell me of anything you heard about henges and Celt folklore.