There is as much of the sublime about the spectral as there is the terrible - and certainly the tales surrounding this abandoned and deconsecrated church near Burn Hill attest to this: a strange chanting heard at midnight, emerging from its black and hollow depths; a bat-winged thing once seen squatting on the nave roof beneath a gibbous moon; the spectre of a faceless nun said to haunt the spire.
The terror inspired by this local lore - the accretion of centuries of tale-telling and myth-making - also evokes an awe which re-inscribes such sites with a profound sense of the sacred beyond the power of any priest to banish.
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