Still, though, flicking through it today it got me thinking. There are a lot of references in there to the way that the mind invents things in lonely places and there's undoubtedly some truth to that; most of us will have at some point seen or heard something which has taken longer than usual to make sense of while misted out high up in the mountains. A distant sheep can sound an awful lot like a human voice shouting for help, for example

I have two places in particular that have made me feel uncomfortable on more than one occasion. The first time I felt it was the moor that runs between Long Crag and Hedgehope Hill in the Cheviots; more than once I've heard (imagined) the sound of very long and heavy footsteps out of sync with my own as I've crossed this moor, much like the traditional Fear Liath Mor story from Ben Macdui. On the first occasion, one of my dogs (which is not by any means a stupid dog prone to hysteria) has stood and barked and barked and barked at nothing at all on this moor. When I got down and looked at the map and saw that there was an indicated ancient settlement just a half kilometre from there, I got genuine goosebumps

The other is Coire nan Laogh on Beinn Alligin. Never seen anything there or heard anything there, but the three times I've been up there solo it's been a distinctly gloomy experience despite good weather two of those times; the surroundings are magnificent and the views back to Loch Torridon are probably my favourite in the world, but something about the place always casts a shadow over my mood and puts me in a strange and reflective and maudlin frame of mind. I went up again a couple of months ago in company (for the first time) and didn't feel it at all. It's a steep-sided and gloomy corrie, undeniably, so I don't suppose it's too surprising that it sometimes feels oppressive, but I've been in similar places and not felt anything like that.
I'm a level headed chap and I'm not a ghost story believer. I know that all these things can be explained, but even then my mind has occasionally overtaken me in exactly the way described in Affleck Gray's stupid book. Anybody ever felt a strange sense of gloom in the hills that they can't explain? If you don't have any of your own, just share your favourite mountain ghost stories for the sake of a good read
