An outlier to the main complex of Horsingdon Bunker (that decrepit and ghostly memorial to Cold War dread), this strangely-configured generator at the edge of Horsingdon Wood apparently sprang to life about a week ago after years of inactivity, the air about it thick with the sickening thrum of unearthly energies.
Rumours have also been filtering through the region regarding muffled chants heard emanating from the derelict underground complex since the Winter Solstice; whilst the lead-lined steel door set into the brutalist concrete structure marking the bunker’s entrance remains resolutely locked, one of the local conspiracy theorists also claimed recently that markings drawn in red chalk had appeared across its lintel, delineating a system of monstrous signification which, he avers, originate from an unclean body of praeternatural lore of supposedly-inhuman provenance.
Whilst one might be well-advised in approaching this sort of unsubstantiated rumour and uncorroborated assertion with a significant degree of trepidation, the good folk of Horsingdon Borough - superstitious though they might be in certain regards - are all too-well acquainted with those portents which augur the reawakening of the ancient and secret things whch lurk within and about the region. One ignores their warnings at one’s peril.
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