Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.130: Ancient Arcana

In Horsingdon, what passes as a simple graffiti tag may be something else entirely: an undecipherable glyph drawn from a body of incalculably ancient, inhuman - and unspeakably terrible - arcana.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.129: The Face in the Widow

This building once held host to James Boreham’s notorious occult soirees at which, it is said, he called forth to visible appearance the inhabitants of those nameless abysses which grind invisibly against the walls of our world.

The property has long since remained untenanted - perhaps on account of an enormous, pale, eyeless face rumoured to appear on auspicious nights, to stare silently, sightlessly and mindlessly from the upper windows.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.128: The Ghost Tree

The Ghost Tree, in Boreham Park. It is said that, if you dance widdershins round the tree at midnight on All Hallow’s Eve, you will see a ghost.

It is also said that the phantom you will most likely encounter is your own: the spectre of your eventual ending, beckoning to you from the moment of your future demise.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.127: Project TRIDENT

Three windowless towers rise from industrial installation fenced in by iron palisades topped with barbed wire - an installation which some have averred as having ties to a long-rumoured Ministry experiment known only as Project TRIDENT, reputedly dealing with the cryptolinguistics and decipherment of signals from an extraterrestrial source.

Whatever the case, on rare occasions a curious, sonorous sound can be heard emanating from somewhere close the the vicinity of these strange, windowless towers.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.126: Behind the Static

Uncanny signals broadcast from an unmanned transmitter array, located atop an abandoned warehouse somewhere in the industrial hinterlands of Horsingdon. 

No matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to stop yourself listening to the inhuman voices lurking behind the static once you’ve heard them.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.125: Hedgerows

In Horsingdon, it is quite possible to discover the most remarkable - and terrible - things hidden behind the hedgerows.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.124: Outpost

A curious, monolithic structure (part of a ventilation system) arises from out the ground in a secluded corner of Horsingdon Wood, signifying the presence of a subterranean outpost of the labyrinthine Horsingdon Bunker.

It is said that, on certain nights, black-robed figures may be spied in the vicinity of the ventilator, whilst an inhuman chanting may be heard emanating from the depths below the cone-like structure.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.123: The Watcher in the Woods

Appearing in my email inbox earlier today - courtesy of my inscrutable informant, ‘Mr Cold’ - this grotesque image purports to be of something monstrous photographed staring from out the darkness of Horsingdon Wood. The image was extracted from a digital camera found abandoned in the undergrowth in the darkest part of Horsingdon Wood. According to Cold, there was no sign of the camera’s owner.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdn, No.122: The Architecture of the Uncanny

It is not only Horsingdon’s external topographies which are enweirded: its internal landscapes are also marked by an architecture of the uncanny - one whose long, lonely corridors extend infinitely towards the unreverberate blackness of the abyss.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.121: The Enveloping Darkness of Unseen Things

An ominous, shadowy pall hangs over the cupola of one of James Boreham’s former residences in this old photograph. It is unclear as to what produced this curious effect: a slip of the hand, perhaps - or flaw in the film itself.

Or the enveloping darkness of unseen things which cluster about a greater darkness which draws them to itself.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.120: Neighbourhood Watch

A dilapidated Neighbourhood Watch sign announcing Horsingdon Wood as ‘a safer community area’: one of the attempts by Horsingdon Borough Council to address the ominous reputation which clusters about the Wood. The irony of this programme has not been lost on local residents who have, for generations, avoided entering the Wood.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.119: Static from the Sylvan Depths

A tall, skeletal transmitter mast arises from one of the denser, more forbidding parts of Horsingdon Wood, broadcasting a soft, susurrate hiss of meaningless static. The residents hereabouts will not speak of the circumstances surrounding the transmitter’s construction - but they will warn that, when walking in the woods, you should never stray too close to its location.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.118: The Priory Hill Hanging Trees

Priory Hill. A low rise not far from Hallowmere Road, and once the site of a medieval cloister housing a rather peculiar and insular religious order.

In 1763, the line of trees atop the Hill was used to hang five witches, all of who claimed sorority with the Horsingdon Coven. The region’s witchlore holds that the revenants of the five executed beldams continue to haunt the locale, such that on certain nights their wan, spectral forms can be spied hanging silently from the branches of the ancient trees - five dead white faces staring with a horrid, mindless intensity from without the ghostly nooses which ended their corporeal existence.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.117: A Warning in the Woods

A sign posted by Horsingdon Borough Council within Horsingdon Wood. Whilst the warning of poison is an almost certainly spurious one, the sign’s cautionary intent is nonetheless best heeded - delineating as it does the outer boundary of an especially notorious zone with the Wood: rumoured to have once been the focal point of the Horsingdon coven’s monstrous ritual activities, the site is reportedly one within which a significant number of unsettling events and mysterious disappearances have occurred.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.116: A Quiet Voice Beckons

One of the entrances to Horsingdon Bunker. It is said that, on occasion, a low, soft voice can be heard from the other side of the heavy, locked steel door: a voice begging anyone who will listen to free it from its prison - offering the revelation of all manner of strange secrets in exchange.

No one has yet responded to such requests - in part because those who have heard the voice claim that its otherwise melodious, child-like tones are intertwined with a curious, buzzing, alien rhythm.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No. 115: An Abandoned Lock-Up

An abandoned lock-up near Horsingdon Hill. No one - not even Horsingdon Borough Council - retains any records concerning its ownership. The ghost of some grafitti lingers on the left wall: the faded shadow of some swirling glyph-like tag.

It is said that if one is able to decode the meaning of the symbol, another will appear further down the wall, slightly clearer than the last; and should the seeker be sble to interpret the meaning of this symbol, yet another will appear beside it, and so on. Accordingly, the once clearly-defined interior dimensions of the lock-up thus appear transfigured, stretching further and further into the depths of an infinite darkness...

It is also said that, somewhere within the seemingly-endless abyss of the lock-up, the patient seeker will eventually be rewarded with some ultimate, terminal revelation. Whether anyone has succeeded in this occult task, no one can say. In any case, if anyone has attempted this strange act of non-Euclidean decipherment, no one has yet returned to disclose what secrets were eventually revealed.

Malign Frequencies - Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.114: Grave-Looting Spawn of the Stars

The following image appeared in my e-mail inbox this morning: another digital artefact forwarded by that strange individual going by the name of ‘Cold’ - the occasional (but always inscrutable) interlocuter in online debates concerning the curious events which afflict Horsingdon. 

The photograph supposedly depicts a large object, tightly-bound in sheets of black plastic, which appeared in the fenced-off area towards the northerly end of Hallowmere Playing Fields late yesterday evening. According to Cold, the object was approximately the size and shape of a human body; in his brief (but untraceable) e-mail Cold further asserts that soon after the appearance of the anomalous throbbing light which manifested above Hallowmere Playing Fields yesterday evening, the black-swathed item depicted here was observed to have mysteriously disapppeared.

Malign Frequencies: Further Transmissions from Horsingdon, No.113: Return to the Uncanny Parish

This curious, pulsing light appeared above Hallowmere Playing Fields last night - yet one more of the many enigmatic mysteries which have, for as long as anyone can remember (and as far back as the folklore of the region stretches) plagued the uncanny parish of Horsingon.