Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.346: The Horsingdon Coven


One of the few extant images of a member of the infamous Horsingdon Coven - whose present-day participants are supposedly the matrilineal descendants of the order's original founders. Whilst a few other photographs do exist of the Coven's activity in and around Horsingdon Woods, none of these have captured the group unmasked or uncowled.

Some say that the Coven's secrecy in this respect is less about maintaining the anonymity of its members who, perhaps, hold high office in the Horsingdon community; rather, it is about concealing from the world visages which evidence an awful and alien heritage: the by-product of their ancestors' couplings with an entity conjured forth from the ranks of Those Who Wait - an unnameable thing which, to this day, the Coven worships in the form of a monstrous, three-eyed goat.

Monday, December 11, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.345: Praeternatural Nodes


The spire of the church on Harlow Hill is overshadowed by a strange aerial vistant. Not only do Horsingdon's transmitter arrays attract these uncanny intrusions, but it seems that the region's sacred sites follow suit. Such locales have long been recognised as places of power: nodes in the landscape where this world intersects with those unknown zones of being and entity which endure just beyond the horizon of perception. 

And whilst such nodes sometimes allow us a horrifying glimpse of infinite spheres otherwise outside the scope of our perceptual spectrum, they also occasionally permit the many terrible shapes which lurk in the abysmal depths of those nameless and numberless dimensions the opportunity for ingress into our world....

Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions 344: Sticks



The guardians of the Black Bowers mark certain ritual sites and places of power with cryptic symbols and effigies - crafting out of sticks, bits of rotting wood, and other detritus provided by the Horsingdon landscape an inscrutably occult language of entropy: an ideographic system which instantiates homologously within its grammar of conjuration the eventual return of Those Who Wait. In doing so, these strange hieroglyphs are not so much signalling but - in a way we cannot even begin to comprehend - are causative of the heat death of the universe, and that final (one might say terminal) nullification of all things.

Saturday, December 09, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.343: Monstrous Portents


The inscrutable 'Cold' has forwarded (via e-mail) this image - allegedly of a monstrous entity encountered in the darkest part of Horsingdon Wood by one of his 'proxies'. What this portends, I am unsure: the image is certainly remarkable in the annals of (supposed) genuine photographs of cryto-hominids, given that it manifests an approximation of the human, yet at the same time demonstrating some very alien and inhuman qualities - especially with regard to the seeming lack of facial features,  and the partial appendage shown protuding from the wrist of the thing's right arm.

Friday, December 08, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.342: Soon They Will Be Here


On the evening of October 31st 1999, Horsingdon residents had their viewing of a popular BBC soap opera unexpectedly disrupted by what can only be described as a rogue transmission, which lasted no more than half a minute. Extant video recordings of the event show a design of three pulsing circles of light against a dark background, accompanied by a heavily modulated voice with a disturbing timbre - a voice which announced three times (and three times only) the following: 'There is no more time. Soon they will be here'; after which, normal service was resumed. A number of people contacted to the BBC regarding this unanticipated and unpleasant interruption of their evening's viewing, complaining of migraines and nausea in the aftermath of this strange intermission.

The BBC was unable of offer anything close to a coherent explanation regarding the incident; nor were they able to ascertain the source of the strange and unsettling broadcast. The mystery of the transmission's origin and meaning remains unsolved to this day. Of note, however, is the fact that, scant days after the occurance of this televisual intrusion, the very first of those transmitter arrays which have increasingly come to colonise the Horsingdon landcsape was erected.

Thursday, December 07, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.341: The Recluse


This dilapidated, tin-roofed apartment was once the habitation of one of Horsingdon's stranger residents: an individual of reclusive habits who rented the rooms for over a decade; rarely venturing forth, this nameless person was often observed staring mindlessly out of one of the apartment's windows for the better part of the night, seemingly only retiring from his vigil at dawn.

After more than ten years of this inexplicable behaviour, the flat was found to have been suddenly and unexpectedly vacated by its odd tenant, who left behind one curious item: a mask of some rubbery material which perfectly replicated, in the minutest detail, the facial features of the recently departed occupant.




Wednesday, December 06, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.340: Witch Marks


This witch mark appears in the nave of St. Osmund's Church - perhaps further evidence of the fundamentally cursed character of that locale. According to the guardians of the Black Bowers, this particular mark is a crude approximation of a sigil which represents the True Unspeakable Name of a particularly frightful entity - one which inhabits he same interstitial zone as Those Who Wait, and which partially shares in Their essence.

Rather curiously, the guardians have thusfar refused to comment on whether the ancient witch mark is in any way related to those reports of a strange headless figure seen lurking about St. Osmund's burying ground I have documented elsewhere - but those strange folk have never been the most garrulous of Horsingdon's inhabitants.