This is one from many years ago.
My dh then dp had family that lived on the Orkneys. I had family that lived near Naver forest and on Skye. We'd spent Christmas on the Orkneys and were travelling to Skye for the New Year.
The crossing was fine and we spent a night on the mainland before making the trek south. The weather deteriorated badly, snow, high winds it was becoming too hard to drive. The road was barely visible and we were worried we'd get stuck or go off the road. We decided we'd pull into the first house we passed and see if they'd put us up for the night.
Thankfully the farm we landed upon was a B and B although closed as they had family staying they did have camping pods, very new and very exciting and they had a brand new shower block built in a converted barn. The owners, I will never forget them Tristan and Molly kindly threw on the heating and got everything ready for our stay.
We bedded down that very night in lovely faux fur blankets, all cosy out of the wind and I slept very soundly until a blood curdling scream awoke me, startled looking for dp who wasn't there I threw on my clothes and boots and went out into the storm, drifting snow had me disorientated but I saw figures to my side and made my way as quickly as I could.
Tristan was holding my dp who looked awful I thought he'd been hurt, the wind was so loud I could barely hear him, another two members of their family came from the house and half carried, half dragged dp back to the farm. I was really concerned, the guys took dp upstairs and Molly started building the fire in the lounge.
When Tristan came downstairs he told me he thought dp was in shock and they'd got him in a hot shower as he was freezing cold, he wasn't sure how long dp had been outside. When dp emerged he was wearing someone's joggers and a t. Dp still looked dreadful, drinks were passed around and Molly tried to find out what had happened but dp would say nothing, he wouldn't go back to the pod either. So for the second time that night Molly found us a place to sleep, this time in a bedroom. Molly had moved her brother to the lounge.
Tristan took dp to one side at breakfast and returned looking white, I didn't find out what happened until nearly 4 years later when we were doing the same journey. Dp now dh said he wanted to stop in and thank Tristan and Molly for their kindness in person. We'd been in touch frequently but never back to the farm.
Tristan was the one who'd told me what had happened and he said it had happened since to others too, all were badly affected. This is what my dh recounted the following morning 4 years previously.
Dp awoke and needed a bathroom break, he'd gone to the shower block the snow was falling lightly as he'd approached the barn the wind picked up and he almost stumbled through the door. As he looked up he saw a bloke by the sinks, thinking it was someone from the farm he'd said hi and approached the cubicles which were next to where the man was standing. As he approached the man turned round, he looked as normal as any man but half is face was missing dp said it looked like it had been blown away by a shotgun. He'd turned screaming to run out of the barn and as he'd got outside he'd collapsed, when he came too the figure was standing over him, he screamed and as the man retreated he swears he saw his footprints. Moments later Tristan appears, followed shortly by his brothers.
Dh would never talk about what happened to me and he only told Tristan because he'd heard him weeping that morning and couldn't hold it in any longer. It always appears to men and only when the snow and the wind are high.
Tristan did some research and I received an email last year about the tragedies that have happened there and surprising coincidences. Next time we visit he said he would show us the documents, apparently it was too distressing to put in an e-mail. He wants to tell dh first but I get the heads up as it still affects dh to this day.