When I was a child around the age of 12 me and a group of my friends would mess around in the woods near my mums house. We used to play in there often and build dens and tree houses. Naturally there were many spooky stories about the woods that the other local kids would tell us that we all used to think were true. But we weren't scared - all the kids played in the woods and we had never seen anything. A dried up brook ran through one end of the woods and it was said someone was buried under it. We brushed all the stories off.
One day while messing around in the woods with 1 of my friends we came across a broken piece of pottery on the floor that looked to be part of a china plate - we had an idea (like kids do), why not dig in the woods and see what we would find! Starting in the place we had found our first piece of pottery we began to dig with spades that you would normally use when on the beach making sand castles!
We found quite a collection - hundreds more pieces of China that filled a carrier bag we had with us, a strange looking round object that looked kind of like a ring doughnut, bricks, patterned stone tiles and many other treasures! (I cannot remember exactly what we had found but I remember we could fit some of the pieces together like a jigsaw. All these pieces we retrieved from the same place in the woods (right in the middle where the ground was just mounds of dirt and hardly any trees). According to the local stories this was the area that once was home to a small cottage and a witch... I laugh now thinking back but maybe there was a house here? After all we were digging up a lot of stuff!
We kept hold of the stuff we had found for about 2 weeks - me and my friend had teamed up with a boy who lived on my road. Only the 3 of us had seen what we had found! We thought we had a great idea when we decided the boys shed in his back garden could be used as a Museum (hehe) we cleaned the shed out and placed all the items we had on the shelves. We had a great time and thought we would make a fortune on our 'Museum'. However not long after removing the items from the woods me and the girl who had helped me to dig up the items began to experience strange things happening. I cannot specifically remember what occurrences me and my friend had but we were convinced it was all to do with the pottery and felt it must be returned to the woods. The only experience's that stands out in my mind was...
1. Being at my friend's house late at night when I ran downstairs to get something from her living room - I was stood near her patio doors and the curtains were open. As I turned to run back upstairs I was pulled back as something pulled tightly on my neck. The cord of the curtains had somehow wrapped itself around my neck and it was so tight I could hardly breathe. I managed to pull this off and ran upstairs out of breath! I know I wasn't near enough to the curtain for the cord to reach over my neck.
2. Me and my friend were sat on the field (facing the woods) when a man with a dog appeared out of nowhere. He was stood next to the brook looking down into it. We sensed something was 'wrong' and decided to watch him. He stood for a moment then as though there were stairs leading down into the brook he began to descend until his head vanished - his dog followed behind him. The brook (now just a dried up mess) is around 3ft deep) we guessed he was sat down, but why? We sat and waited for him to come out, and waited and waited. After around 40 minutes we crept over and peered down into the brook - no one was there! And the dog was gone!
After our experiences we bagged up the items and all 3 of us made our way to the woods. Me and my friend stood on the field as the boy who lived on my road, rode through the field on his bike, reached the entrance to the woods and through the bag in a bush.
After that everything felt normal. I always wonder if that bag is still there?