In the summer of 1982, my auntie was 18 years old. She and her friends would often meet and “chill” (her word, not mine) on Cannock Chase in the evening time, probably in much the same way many teenagers still do today. One of the groups many pastimes involved donning horror masks and attempting to scare away couples, who often used the area for illicit liaisons.
During one such evening, at around 9:45pm, just before dark, my auntie, several times, heard a little girl frantically shouting for help. Rushing to locate the sound, she stumbled upon a dirt track and caught sight of the 6-8 year old girl, running in the opposite direction, shouting “help mommy help”. Immediately my auntie started to run after the child, but was unable to keep up pace. During the pursuit, she tripped and received a huge gash in her toe, but still she continued to run. By now it was getting dark and the little girl had reached an area of very densely planted, thick and bushy trees. She turned around to face my auntie, looked her dead in the eyes, and then ran off into the dark, compact woodland. At this point, probably very wisely, the decision was made to give up.
Upon returning home from hospital (she had to get that toe seen to), my auntie was advised that it would probably be a good idea to call the police and let them know what she had witnessed. She did so, and was told by the investigating officer, to stay by the phone. At 7:30am the following morning, the household was awoken by a whole team of police personnel with tracker dogs, who asked her to show them exactly where she had seen the little girl. They hadn’t received any reports of missing children and, in the end, didn’t find anything, but thankfully it seems the police take any sighting of this nature very seriously. At the time, no one really had any reason to believe anything paranormal was going on, the girl certainly appeared to be of flesh and blood. It was only later, when discussing the incident with a neighbor, that my auntie was made aware of Raymond Morris’s 1960′s child killings in the area. Sufficed to say, this revelation really spooked her.
Although there have been many other sightings of this nature in the area, and I certainly don’t completely rule out the theory that they are indeed the “ghosts” of children murdered by Morris, to me it seems that, as these children often appear to be completely solid and never really show any unusual qualities, their origin could lay squarely in the realms of the occult.
I have already discussed the Cornovii tribe (people of the horn) and their fascination with satanic ritual and human sacrifice. That was 2000 years ago, but still their legacy continues. It is fairly common for people to see groups of hooded individuals chanting and drawing pentagrams in the dirt to this very day, although I am not suggesting they would harm a child, as it states clearly in their doctrine that “the ninth rule of the Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth is: Do not harm little children”. However, we know that Satanists like to conjure up demons, and which entities are their number one preference? You guessed it – Child Demons.
Demonic Children are, for the most part, considered to be the offspring of upper-level evil entities (although some are demon/human hybrids). They look like mortal children but are described as pure evil. Generally regarded as extremely dangerous, their powers are known to become even stronger with age. Take for example “Cambion”, also known as “The Devils Brat”, who, in medieval England, often took the form of a devious child, leading unknowing victims on a wild goose chase, frequently resulting in their death from a steep fall or something of the like: sound familiar?
In my mind it seems likely that even if my auntie had continued to chase that little girl, she would never have caught her, because it wasn’t a child at all, but an evil force, planning to do away with my own family member. So it is a good job she gave up when she did. Imagine what could have happened if she had stayed out any longer. With darkness falling quickly in that relatively remote location, she could have easily lost her way. The woods can be extremely disorientating at night. Then what would have happened?
Alone in England’s spookiest woods with a demon-child: a situation to avoid at all costs, I think you will agree.
Written by Lee Brickley – 2013