In reply to Phil Macneill:
Someone once told me his story of a winters night in Glen Pean. Him and his mates were in a room with the fire going when they heard the door open to the outside. They heard noises of people coming in to the other room and boots being stamped, like you would to get the snow off. Then it went quiet. On entering the other room, they saw no one and the snow outside was undisturbed.
Can't say I was thrilled to hear the story as I was going to visit, but nothing happened when I was there.
There was a story published in a MBA journal years ago regarding an incident in a unspecified bothy somewhere off 'desolation road'. Really grim. A man enters the bothy after leaving his soaking coat hanging over a beam in an outhouse. He wakes feeling cold in the night and goes to retrieve his coat, he has no torch. Gropping blindly in the dark he feels a knee at about chest height where he hopes to find his coat. Needless to say, he runs off. In the morning he gets his coat and noticed a rope hanging from a beam. Getting to the road, he goes to nearest house seeking some sustenance. On hearing of the mans experience the farmer says a man hung himself in the outhouse.