It might be supposed that the witching hour of 3am is when the unfortunate late-night traveller through Horsingdon’s lesser known byways is most likely to be waylaid by some dreadful apparition or frightful, phantasmal force. Here, the clock upon the Lychgate of St Osmund’s Church is showing just before 6.30pm: in the winter months, even this is not too premature an hour for horrifying spectral presences to disclose themselves - especially to those lone, unwary commuters who, in taking a hurried shortcut through an old graveyard in the early evening, trespass unwittingly into territories over which borough’s restless dead hold dominion.
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