Possibly, potentially and maybe ?

 At the head of a certain valley that connects to Dent dale is an old farm that was once at the pinnacle of prosperity in the early 1900's. During a certain time they boasted to own the first car in the valley. This valley is a weary place ,and is full of  " interesting " characters. It is more untouched by outsiders than where I live. Its a step even more rustic. Maybe " rustic " is too generous a word ? I'd say weary, lifeless and dour.

The head of the family lived well into his nineties and possessed incredible stamina for a man of his age. It was noted that he still worked manually on the farm and was seen one day cutting  concrete with a motorized mechanical stone cutter. They are noisy, vibrating things that are hard on your arms. Not what you would expect a man of his age to even attempt to use. He drove his car up until he died last year, and he spent all day stood up at the livestock sales when he could have sat down. Yes, he had stamina. He was also a Methodist preacher and organist.

He has two sons. One is very anemic and pale. I heard something very strange about him a few years ago. A local came across him in a strange daze. She said his fingers and nails appeared strangely long, pale and bony. I remember her noting the appearance of his hands, which is a strange thing to notice in such a situation. He has often being in ill health over the years. He is very quiet and keeps himself to his self.

There is something about this strange happening and the extreme life energy of his father. Maybe its a just coincidence but I feel that I could be forgiven for letting my imagination run away with me here. Those hands. I feel they are proof that something is amiss. 

Once again the person relaying the meeting of him to me saw nothing unusual about his appearance other than a casual noting about his fingers. Maybe she did register a disturbing thought, but like every one here she said nothing openly. As ive mentioned before we had a case of spontaneous combustion here, and people will not use that word openly, just as they wont talk about spooky happenings where I live beyond a smirk and a quick joke. Welcome to Dent.

The Dent Vampire ?

On Sunday I visited another local attraction that ive never bothered to check out, even though its just 2 miles away in the village of Dent. The Dent Heritage center is an impressive gathering of both local historical facts and basically old hardware used in agricultural and domestic life from the 1800's up to the second world war days. I felt a visit here was another one of those " touchstones " I needed to visit in my quest for mental recovery, and to initiate a change in me to face a future that is going to be challenging. 

Before I was ill I felt I couldnt stand this area much longer, but having spent all summer and spring here, and feeling at times unable to leave without feeling a horrible anxiety, I now have more affection for the valley than I did have. I needed to see a bigger picture of where I have lived all my life. After all " familiarity breeds contempt "

The above photo isnt a good one. I didnt take it..lol But its a story about a vampire that is said to be buried just outside St Andrews Church porch. As children we all knew the story about the metal stake, and often looked at the burial stone that paved the grave, but I didnt know the story was " a thing ". I thought it was just someones idea of a laugh, or a wind up as a child. I shall post a picture of the grave soon. I find the image of this man risen from the grave and wandering around in the moonlight profound. This really is a strange place, but most dont even see it, or wont acknowledge it openly.

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