Some more on hauntings at the long barrow. Excerpts from a story told to Sonia Smith, who has put together a collection of Wiltshire ghost stories, about an experience someone had there in 1992.
Quite an unnerving tale. I've experienced some frit in there myself, but nothing like this. I can, though, attest to the leaving of offerings in here by some people. I've also seen the trees at the bottom of the escarpment "dressed" in pagan manner. There are also some disturbing tales about satanic and other occult activity.
Anyway, this is what happened to someone there in 1992.
... by the time we were leaving Avebury the sun was already setting and we hurried along to West Kennett in our little car. We parked in the lay-by opposite Silbury Hill, which looked magnificent in the fading light ... There was no one else around; most people who were visiting had no doubt left before the darkness set in ... I could not help feeling a shiver run up my spine as we approached the Long Barrow, for it seems to sit like some great crouching dragon on the landscape. It was silhouetted on the horizon as the sun was setting, with a few of the first stars appearing in a cold blue sky ... My husband was striding along the long top of the barrow ... I left him to it ... and I scrambled down into the mouth of the tomb. I stood for some time at the entrance, peeping cautiously into what looked like a gaping hole of blackness ... At last, with some trepidation, I plucked up the courage to enter the tomb. The first thing I noticed was how warm it was inside ... It smelled wonderfully earthy, and there was a sweet edge to that smell ... Other peole had apparently recently visited and left incense, candles, flowers and apples, like some kind of offering to forgotten gods ... I think it was then that I started to feel a little dizzy, or "heady" as I call it ... I decided that maybe it would be best to get out of the tomb and go and take some fresh air ... [but] I suddenly found I had become stationary. My mouth had gone quite dry, and my heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it ... I could hear what could only be described as a sort of sighing, breathing sound, which seemed to fill up the whole chamber with its presence. I was rooted to the spot with fear and the uncertainty of not knowing what might happen next. I tried to call for my husband, but only a croak came out of my throat. Then, in the darkness, it was as if many pairs of hands caressed me, on the face, the soulders and back. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. Sweat stood out on my cheeks. The loud breathing sound increased; I thought that I might actually faint. Then, at last, I was able to run out of the tomb.
Sonia Smith, Wiltshire : Stories of the Supernatural, Countryside Books, 2007, pp.40-42
Sonia Smith's book is excellent, btw, for those interested in this sort of thing, as is the one by Rupert Matthews, that I quoted from the other evening.