The Horsingdon Transmissions No.82: Phantasmal Beasts

Horsingdon has seen its fair share of cryptozoological manifestations over the years; situated at the far edge of Greater London, it straddles both the(sub)urban and rural: here the haunting, desolate wildness of places like Horsingdon Wood offer constant reminders that, once, there was a world without people, and that formerly there had existed landscapes across which prowled things that were not human.

Time becomes strange in such places, weaving back upon itself with sluggish repitition, interfacing the present with the past, and drawing forth phantasmal beasts from bygone epochs to haunt the dreams of the good folk of Horsingdon.