were written by Mol Smith to friends and associates during the week October
15th 1999 to October 22nd 1999.They form a 'field-record' of events which
took place near Chelsham, on the Surrey, Kent, borders - England. Not all
were received. I have indicated those emails written, and found on the
recovered lap-top, which Mol was unable to send due to exhausted power
he mentions digital 'stills' or 'video', I have linked to these from the
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October 18th 1999
Day 4 - Monday - October 18th
1999 - 8.30 pm
My software on my home pc seems to have screwed up. I am no-longer
receiving your emails here at the camp. I just hope you're
Another disturbing night!
We got our heads down real early - about 11.15 but we were woken
abruptly shortly after 1.00 am. Something quite large came
through our camp!
Some of our belongings were scattered up to several tens of metres
I think I was the first to wake up. There was a sound outside - difficult
describe but like a very loud rush of air - along with one or two
loud popping noises. My ears went funny - you know the way they
you travel by air!
Larry was first out of the tent -.me immediately behind him. We were
late to clearly define the receding shape - but it was huge - as
very fast into the swirling mists which, even as we watched - seemed,
themselves, to be sucked into its 'wake'.
Everything went death quiet immediately after and within minutes
impressions of what happened slowly altered until we were able to
the incident. We decided it was a freak gush of wind - possibly
amplified by the
funnelling effect of the trees around the tent position.
We were still spooked though. Larry had an ideal: we would set my
just inside the tent so that it poked out one of the small zip slits
at the bottom
next to the ground sheet. I have a PIR (passive infrared detector)
which I often rig to the camera when filming animals outside. It
configured to fire the digital swtich or the video one!
We set everything up and went back to an uneasy sleep. I think in
back of all our minds was the fear that a large animal like
had stampeded through... although we didn't hear any hoof
We set the camera to emit the loudest synthesised click (it
a camera shutter noise quite loudly) so should anything else come
through the camp, we might get an earlier warning.
The damn thing went off around 4.00 am. I woke up immediately but
there was no loud noise like before. Larry flicked on a torch
second of me jumping up. We were both surprised to
were the only people in the tent.
Vanessa was gone!
Larry leapt outside struggling to put on his trousers and shirt.
I went to
follow but as I exited the tent, I realized he was already obscured
vision due to the thick mists. I could hear him shouting out Vanessa's
name. I thought (I'm no coward - you understand) it
better if I remained
at the tent to act as a voice beacon to guide him back
should he became
I shouted to him that I would remain. Even in his panic to find Vanessa
he was clear thinking enough to shout back and confirm I
should stay put!
I recovered the camera and played back the image.
This might sound funny to you - but when I saw the image, I didn't
whether to laugh or cry. It showed Vanessa
clearly walking off into the
woods, presumably half-asleep
and dying for a wee... although it seemed
odd that she didn't bother to put on a coat or something.
It is cold as death
here at night.
I was about to check the previous images to see what Larry and Van
taken earlier, when I heard Larry screaming my name urgently
Camera still in hand - I rushed out.
I could see him just through the mist - arm waving frantically -
come with me - hurry man - Van's in trouble... " - and I ran towards
him as he
darted off frantically.
Sh*t... my laptop's beeping - the battery's about to go down.. sending
I'll fill in later - when I've changed them out...
we're in one giant mess here
Day 4 - Monday - October 18th
1999 - 11.30 pm
I have changed the batteries. I am in urgent need of company and
As I 'tap', 'tap', feverishly away - it is more now a need
than a whimsical
desire to stay in contact.
Larry is missing! Vanessa lies asleep in the far corner of
the tent - too
exhausted and 'damaged' to be disturbed by my frantic
activity to get this
email out. I am hopeful that Larry will return and that I
will at any moment
hear his footsteps outside and his normal greeting of "Watch
yer Mol, me
I must focus on my account - where was I ... oh yes:-
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I could see him just through the mist - arm waving frantically
- "Quick Mol,
come with me - hurry man - Van's in trouble... " - and I ran
towards him as he
darted off frantically.
I found Larry at the bank of the stream. It was as I drew close
more desperate cries of Vanessa led me to them. I think
the only time
I have heard human voice in such pain and confusion
was when I was
present at a child-birth.
There are some sounds that we, as humans make, that are programmed
into our brain stems... they are primeval and demand immediate
Instinctively, I knew this sound. It was the utterance a
member of one's
own species makes to beg your help and yet to warn
you to stay away.
It is the sound of prey confronted by, and made victim to
- the predator!
When I broke through the mist at the bank, my mind was filled with
I have often thought that it is ignorance which feeds fear.
To know something,
to obtain that last residue of detail, that missing fact
preceding the unknown...
often dispels all fear like a morning breeze dispels the
thoughts of a waking mind.
Nothing could have been further from the truth as I broke through
mist and beheld my friends not more than 20 yards away.
I was struck with bewilderment and confusion. Vanessa was there,
grotesquely bent, and fighting something which assailed and
her - shapeless - a darkness - huge and formless in the mist. I
her clearly - her head bowed back, her mouth a prolonged and intensive
scream - a gaping mouth like that of one who vomits
- driven - uncontrolled.
Hers spewed forth - not the contents of her belly but the invisible
that now filled her - a desperate attempt at evacuation
of the womb and
the evil torrent filling it!
And as I watched - mesmerized - I saw a transformation... her face
to change, slowly at first until it was her no-more... but another
face rapture... a face I had seen before: The Chelsham Witch!
Of the assailant - there was no trace - except for the space left
trailing tendrils of forest mist as it curled and swirled round
pounding and fervour!
I could see Larry, my dearest friend impotent
to grasp and grapple at
whatever now pinned his loved one, like an inanimate toy, against
bough which held her body from breaking. Suddenly, the air
was a living thing
- a swirling dense fabric which stifled breath and rushed into the
ears as if to
rip through to the brain with unrelenting pressure. In that moment,
shape that was nothing, for a moment, was gone. In its place
upon Vanessa... a solid beast...
...something before the day of science. Something
old. Something which the modern world would fail to understand or
Have you ever known fear?
It is the thing which floods through veins, turning strong muscle
to damp cloth... 'crusading thoughts' to rabbit-farts. It displaces
academic posturing with the gut-feel of beast-instinct and
I learnt today that my reaction to complete and overwhelming fear
Where I should have intervened: I did nothing!
My only action was to raise that infernal camera - like a western
photo-journalist would raise his lens to record the complete
annihilation of an entire third world village by murder - and think
himself not a part.. nor involved... with such atrocity; like a
would when murdering an 'insignificant' living form - so minute
its pain and suffering is inconsequential to the importance of the
like a pornography photographer would capture the 'meat' and 'heat'
'reproduction'... instead of the passion and fervour of a
reliant upon atmosphere and magic to blur the fact that we
are all still
With the same easily discarded but obscene guilt - I raised my camera
towards my friends in the mist - not more than 20 yards away - and
watched as Vanessa was assaulted cruelly
and inhumanly by the beast,
and my strong and normally omni-present friend, Larry, was reduced
a man clutching mist and shadows in his impotent attempts to deny
such mental and physical pain to his loved-one!
My only thought..?
I hoped the camera made me invisible!
I can't continue now.. I'm sorry! I must sleep. I don't know yet
confronts us tomorrow... or worse: tonight.
Since that time in the early hours of today - much debate and rationale
has been applied to these events. I have learnt much from Larry's
and from what both of them have now told me but kept from me earlier.
Have you heard of the term Incubus? Maybe not.. nor I before
This is no 'have-a-break-mol' camping holiday.. it is a trip into
worst nightmares. For you, maybe it is just mol - good old creative
mol - tapping in another yarn in the comfort of his armchair...
'the boy who
cried wolf' stems to mind. For me - it is a dark night - nigh on
in a place of shadows, demons, and the darkness that prevailed in
a world before science.
I am tempted for three reasons to destroy the image I took today:
the modern world is ill-equipped to understand the events transpiring
here: one cannot witness them through the eye and mind, but through
the heart, gut, and soul.
More than this, I would like to destroy it because of my guilt:
did nothing to help my friends!
Overwhelmingly - I should destroy it for a single reason. I have
recorded here - something nameless... a beast...
an obscenity to the
I sense it knows.
I fear it might come for me!
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