I have been to Borley myself, with a group of friends in August 1999. This was after some people at college had visited the village on the anniversary of the fire in July. We were interested to know what kind of place required a police presence on such an occasion. We took two cars with us and in total there was seven of us. We left Newmarket, Cambs at about 10.30 that evening, arriving just after midnight after finding the place eventually. On arrival we took our only torch and ventured towards the Church, admittedly on my behalf with some apprehension as it was a little too spooky for me. As we neared the gate the torch gave up, now this sounds a little corny I admit but this was enough for the three lads who had gone to get provisions for the journey and the new batteries for the torch, to leg it back to their car and lock themselves in!. This left me and my best mate Dan and a couple of others at the gate. After a few minutes of careful consideration we decided that we would venture on as we had spent ages finding the place, and we were pretty sure there are no such things as ghosts. We followed the path to the left up to the door of the church, after looking at a white object for about ten minutes then realising it was just a headstone partially under a tree on the left, that is. By the door we were now pretty confident and walk round the whole graveyard without seeing a thing. We returned back to the cars and told the others that we had seen nothing and they concluded the same. We had a chat and decided to head home for the night. We were parked in the entrance to the farm which is across the road from the church and has large metal gates, and when you look at the church from here it is off to the right. The three lads that had waited in the car for us drove of first and were gone by the time I had started my car and pulled out onto the road to the right, as if to go down the hill as the bend goes to the right. We had made it as far as the being opposite the church, when it felt like we had been driven into from behind by another car. But wen I pulled out I knew there had been nothing there, as this happened the temperature in the car fell dramatically as if it was mid winter and not a mild summer evening at all. As quick as this feeling came it was gone, although it felt like the warm air of outside was rushing in through the three windows which were open. The thing that we all saw next and I can still see it now, is a blotchy white mist moving away from our car in front of us down the road at quite a pace. There was no noise while this happened, just the temperature change. The car had stalled while this happened, I restarted the car and attempted to follow this mist, but to no avail. I cannot explain what we saw that night and it may have just been a summer mist patch, I don't know, but I do know I have never gone back, and probably will not go back again.