One of the so-called ‘witchpaths’ through Horsingdon Wood, all of which lead to a grove supposedly used as the focal of the Horsingdon Coven’s rituals (until it’s members had mostly been hunted down and executed by zealous witchhunters by the first half of the 17th Century).
When walking these ancient tracks, one may, however, still encounter a residuum of the immemorial magicks evoked by the Horsingdon Coven: shadowy figures have sometimes been sighted along such paths before suddenly vanishing (leaving in their wake a faint whiff of sulphur); strange glowing lights have also been seen dancing in the air a short way from the edges of these paths, seemingly beckoning one deeper into the woods and away from the relative safety of the ancient trails; it is also said that, at certain seasons, one may encounter an unsettling and sourceless atonal piping whilst walking the witchpaths: an alien and discordant music which is said to evoke in the percipient a sense of nameless dread and burdgeoning panic - as if that dissonant sound were herald to a terrible and monstrous revelation.
Needless to say, the folklore of the region is replete with tales of those who made the decision to walk the witchpaths in search of knowledge or power - but who never returned from whatever ultimate destination their journeyings on these strange pathways led them.
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