Thursday, July 27, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.208: The Sign of the Goat


In the aftermath af yet another thunderstorm, the above lights were photographed, hovering in a triangular formation, above the treeline of Horsingdon Woods. As noted previously, in the esoteric system of signification employed by the guardians of the Black Bowers, the triangle represents an occult portal or doorway - one by which the non-Euclidean dimensions within which lurk Those Who Wait can be accessed.

There is also mention in the histories of Horsingdon of the discovery of a number of artefacts during an archaeological dig which occured in Horsingdon Woods in the late 19th Century. Apparently amongst the items discovered were a number of clay tablets, dating from the time of the Roman invasion of Britain, and upon which were inscribed triangular motifs containing the image of the head of a three-eyed goat. Unfortunately there are no extant photographs of these objects, which ended up in the personal collection of James Boreham. There is no clue as to their current whereabouts..

The lights in the above image were photographed hovering over the spot in Horsingdon Woods where the dig took place.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.207: Stormfront Portents


The incandescent edge of a stormfront rumbles slowly over the glowing alien fronds of floodlights which barely illuminate one of Horsingdon's car parks, deserted now as the locals rush to get home. For the guardians of the Black Bowers, these shining, nocturnal thunderheads are potent omens - on a night like this they will sniff they air and tell you that something terrible is coming: something apocalyptic and earthshaking; something which even they are fearful of.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.206: 'Rebels towards God, enemies to mankinde'



A pamphlet published in 1592 purports to detail incidences of witchcraft in and around Harlow Hill, focusing specifically on one Mother Atkins, who was ultimately ducked in the pond near the crest of Burn Hill before being hanged there, on account of her - and, indeed, all of her sex - being considered (as one male commentor at the time put it) 'rebels towards God, enemies to mankinde'.

Specifically, Mother Atkins was charged with consorting with various spirits of the earth and air, and of possessing a familiar in the form of a great black dog still said to haunt the cemetary of the church atop Harlow Hill.

It is not certain whether Mother Atkins was actually a part of the coven which operated (and which some say remains active today) in and around Harlow, Horsingdon and Burn Hills respectively; but the cruelty and injustice of her fate resonate down to the present: local folklore recounts various manifestations of the ghost of a witch, accompanied by a great, black, spectral hound, up to the present day. These tales tell of how the phantom witch and her hound only ever appear to the men of Harlow - specifically to those men known to have maltreated the womenfolk of the parish. The tales also tell of how the men who bear witness to these apparitions soon after meet a slow, sorrowful, and agonizingly painful demise...

Monday, July 24, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.205: A Cold, Lightless Place


An optimistic owner has presumably sought to transform a dour and chill interior through the addition of a solar panel to the roof of their abode - a property once owned by James Boreham.

It is unlikely, however, that light or warmth will ever find their way to the cold depths of such a place, touched, as it has been, by the hand of one who has intruded upon those nighted spheres which lurk at the outermost rim of the cosmos, and who has walked unseen through the infinite, glacial abysses beyond known time and space.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.204: The Ghost Tree



The Ghost Tree of Boreham Park - so named because of the spectral face with holes for eyes which has supposedly been seen staring blindly from the gaping hollow in the bole of the tree. Occult artefacts have also been found within the hollow, indicating that the tree continues has also been used for ritual purposes - although the reason for such rites remains unclear. Regardless, such items if discovered are best left unmolested, lest whoever placed these curious offerings - or even worse, whatever praeternatural entity makes the tree its home - decides to effect their return.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.203: The Tower of Silence


This windowless tower sits at the edge of the university campus at Northwich Park. There is no visible entrance to the tower, which apparently can only be entered via access tunnels which run from  the extensive sub-basements below the main campus building. Built sometime in the late 1950s or early 1960s, there are no current records of the tower's purpose - although rumours persist that the its construction was related to a secret project which the Ministry of Defense was developing with the help of the university's long-defunct Department of Radiophonics.

It has been claimed that, if one stand within a foot or two of the structure, all external sounds recede, and one is slowly encompassed by what seems to be a field of utter silence - a silence so praeternaturally absolute that percipients who have undergone the experience apparently find remaining within its aura for more than a few minutes unbearable. Other rumours maintain that, on account of this peculiar quality, the Ministry of Defence at one time forcibly locked living subjects within the tower for extended periods - and that what was typically retrieved in the aftermath of these horrible experiments was no longer human, but would speak in a cracked and ancient voice of the terrible secrets that had been learnt from the silence...

Friday, July 21, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.202: The Inhabitant of the Crypt



This old brick tomb, dating back to the late 17th Century, sits at the edge of the cemetary atop Harlow Hill. There is no visible name on the tomb to denote whoever - or whatever - is sequestered within. Nor there has ever been an expanation as to the necessity of erecting the curious wrought-iron structure which now encases the tomb - although rumour has it that the protective lattice was built not so much with the intention of safeguarding the enclosed vault from vandalism, but of preventing any attempt at egress by that which lies within the crypt's nitrous bounds...

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.201: Witch Bottles



Further evidence regarding the fate of Reverend John Broadham has appeared in the form of this grotesque witch bottle, recently discovered in the basement of All Hallow's Church in Northwich Park - the only part of the building which survived the fire of 1969 which supposedly claimed the life of the good reverend. There are certainly records of similar bottles being discovered throughout Horsingdon during the late 1960s and 1970s - a time when the UK was in the grip of something of a moral panic which clustered around tabloid-induced fears that the practice of witchcraft and satanism were sweeping through the nation and corrupting its youth.

Witch bottles are usually apotropaic in nature - typically used to trap the malignant power of witchcraft; Horsingdon witch bottles, on the other hand, have often been employed in a manner wholly antithetical to their traditional application: nail or hair clippings - or some other personal effect - of the intended victim are placed within the vessel, after which the bottle is secreted in some obscure corner of their abode where it is unlikely to be discovered. The witch bottle then functions as a kind of beacon for whatever thing the sorcerous assailant has conjured for the occasion of the victim's doom - supposedly to be dragged off to some nameless place for some nameless purpose. In light of which, it is unlikely that Reverand Broadham - wherever or whatever he is now - will ever be seen again.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.200: Numbers Stations




After the electrical storm last night, the Horsingdon airwaves have been awash with numeric cyphers broadcast by the regions numbers stations - some of which have been silent for decades. Whatever it is these enigmatic and impenetrable codes - often announced coldly in the uncanny electronic emulation of a human voice -  seek to communicate (and to whom) remains unclear; what is certain, however, is that previous bursts of cryptologic chatter from these stations have usually heralded some significant event - usually of praeternatural provenance. Thus the possibility comes presents itself that both the storm and the feverish activity of the numbers stations are harbingers of future events yet more momentous and more monstrous...

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.199: Dead Air



In one small corner of Horsigdon, the ubiquitous transmitter arrays seem to be exerting a very different effect upon the airwaves than elsewhere in the region. Here, at the least populous reaches of Burn Hill, the transmitters seek to blanket the aural landscape with some kind of sonic dampening field; not only do radios fail to pick up any signal whatsoever within this area, but they do not even register static: just an appalling silence that seems to stretch into infinity and feels vertiginous in its density of absence - a feeling like you are falling through forever. It is well worn cliche that nature abhors a vacuum, but one wonders what kind of abnatural presence might seek to fill such a vast and unending absence as produced by the transmitters of Burn Hill.

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.198: Black Triangles


A common trope in modern ufology, the skies of Horsingdon have not been deficient in materialising a number of its own black triangles - like the example above, photographed hovering blurrily over Horsingdon Hill - within its own overpopulous manifest of aerial phenomenon.

Contemporary ufologists tend to treat such spectacles as a species of alien craft; and whilst this may, indeed, be the case, things are rarely quite so simple when it comes to the esoteric configurations which have shaped Horsingdon and its history. In some occult traditions - including the folk iterations of much older hermetic observances employed by the guardians of the Black Bowers - the triangle is both a tool of containment and a gateway: the geometric form into which those monstrous Powers from Outside are called in rituals of evocation, and also a portal which leads to the nameless abysses from which such Powers are summoned.

The appearance of black triangles in the skies above Horsingdon may, indeed, be portent to the intrusion of alien forces - but forces vastly different to what one might care to imagine or encounter.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.197: Falling Stars


Horsingdon Woods contains a number of large, circular caldera-like depressions, many of which are oddly quiet and seemingly absent of wildlife. Local legend holds that these are in fact craters left in the aftermath of 'falling stars' which were 'called down from the gulfs of space' by the Horsingdon coven at some point during the Dark Ages. There are those who claim that whatever the coven brought forth from the voids between the stars was the very thing responsible for warping and transmuting the Horsingdon landscape at some fundamental level, altering the ways in which space-time operates throughout the region - and the ultimate cause of the varied weird and uncanny events which seem to regularly afflict the borough. Whatever the truth of the matter, these hollows are always oddly quiet, exude an aura of menace, and are seemingly absent of wildlife.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.196: The Crooked Tree


The Crooked Tree stands near the crown of Burn Hill, and is sacred to the guardians of the Black Bowers. There is something intrinsically uncanny about sites such as this, delineating as they do zones of disjuncture: places where the world somehow becomes uncoupled from linear temporal trajectories, and from the hard physics which to all appearances fix and constrain the spatial coordinates it is able to occupy; locations one only ever seems to encounter amid the desolation of sombre grey skies.

When one delves into the history of these sites, ne discovers that a large number of tales telling of monstrous apparitions and incidences of bloody violence cluster around them - memorialising a past otherwise best forgotten. Indeed, in the folk traditions of Horsingdon, the ritualised spilling of blood is often necessary to effect a renewal and regeneration of the social order, such as it is; at locales such as these the act of bloodletting serves an entirely different purpose: to force open a little further, through the psychic trauma of blood spilt, those hidden doorways to the Outside which lie outside out physical perception.

Even today one might still encounter the aftermath of an act of blood sacrifice at the foot of the Crooked Tree: a wood pidgeon whose head has been shorn from its body, or a hare with its throat torn open. It is rumoured that worse, even more bloody sacrifice is made here on the night of certain festivals. On such nights, the people of Horsingdon ensure that their children are safely in bed, and thar the doors and windows to their homes are firmly bolted well before nightfall.

Friday, July 14, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.195: Black Light


At twilight, above the Church of St. Jerome near Horsingdon Wood, the sky is split for a few brief seconds by a pulsing beam of black light - accompanied by something like the sound of thunder.

The older inhabitants of the region are all-too-familiar with what such phenomena signify: someone has rent a doorway in the fabric of creation, and given licence - if only for a short time - to something which-should-not-be to stalk the world.

That the progenitors of such a monstrous act will eventually meet an unpleasant and unspeakable end - usually at the hands or nameless paws of whatever it is they have called forth - provides little succor to local residents, whose number will also be diminished on account of the mysterious disappearances which invariably occur At such times. It is likely that the streets of Horsingdon will be more deserted than usual for the next few nights.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.194: Unholy Habitations


Yet another of James Boreham's now-derelict properties: a domicile made up of entirely windowless rooms, and possessing similarly sealed doorways - long ago bricked up by order of Horsingdon Borough Council.

Outsiders who accidentally alight upon one of these blank facades invariably raise the vexatious question as to how one is supposed to gain entrancebto the interior of the structure. For those who have spent any time whatsoever in the region, and who know something of its history - especially as it pertains to the questionable life and unspeakable works James Boreham - are all too well aware that this is entirely the wrong question to ask: for the intent of such doorless and windowless houses is not to bar entry to them, but to prevent egress into our world by those who still yet reside within the walls of these unholy habitations.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.193: Signals to the Superspectrum




Another mysterious transmitter located along the Ebury way just outside of Horsingdon, and situated not far from a sealed concrete bunker dating from the mid-1950s - a period during which a signicant number of UFO sightings were reported in the region. By the early 1960s, such reports trailed off significantly - until the past decade, during which time the above transmitter was built. Since then, this stretch of the Ebury way has once more become somewhat notorious as a local hotspot for sightings of strange lights in the sky, encounters with other unexplained aerial phenomenon, and even confrontations with mysterious cryptids which seem to appear from nowhere - as well as with other, far stranger visitants from those praeternatural realms which teem invisibly at the thresholds of our own.

Undoubtedly there is something strange about Horsingdon and its surrounding environs: some inherent property of the landscape - the unique hypergeometric organisation of its topography, perhaps - which signals its status as one of the 'window areas' written of by John Keel: conjectural zones which delineate points of intersection between our reality and the infinte superspectrum of other worlds - in relation to which, the many transmitter arrays which dot the region seem placed in locales where the metaphyical membrane between worlds is especially thin - sites whose histories are rife with rumour of the spectral and the unearthly.

Have they, perhaps, been positioned purposely so? A calculated design replicating some arcane pattern or cryptic sigil - perhaps wrought from the ruin of those occult economies which, some conspiracy theorists claim, flourished in secret bunkers and laboratories during the most desperate hours of World War 2, and in which unspeakable secrets and inconceivable technologies of prehuman genesis constituted the principal tokens of exchange? A summoning grid, of sorts, for signalling to and calling forth those vast things that roll mindlessly in the voids of space -  and within the unplumbed gulfs beyond time and space? And if such speculation turns out to be even a distorted reflection of the truth, who would do such a thing? And to what purpose?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.192: Earthworks


Near Trentford stand these crumbling ruins of ancient brickwork, surrounding an even more ancient earthwork mound or tumulus. Legend has it that this is the final resting place of Merlin - although there are many other strange and uncanny sites within the British landscape which also make similar claims.

The guardians of the Black Bowers would tell you an altogether different story - were you brave enough to ask, and willing to pay the price demanded for such knowledge: that the mound is, indeed, the burial site of a most ancient and powerful wizard - but one unnamed in the annals of the region's history, and who was not only the founder of their order, but also of the Boreham line...

They will also tell you that the occult topographies of the Horsingdon landscape sometime press upon those buried within its folds certain monstrous transfigurations - especially upon those whose substance has come to be wrought out of strange alchemies and inhuman power; thus they will also tell you that the nameless sorcerer they count as ancestor still yet walks abroad during those seasons when the stars are right, and for those not schooled in the mysteries of the Black Bowers, this is a place best avoided at night.

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.191: Poisoned Skies



One of the windowless Ministry bunker's which litter the Horsingdon region. Most appear to be abandoned now, but a few - this one included - display signs of regular use. No one knows quite what goes on in these places, or why some of them are still maintained. However, those bunkers which remain operational seem to be the focal point of unusual phenomena and strange meteorological conditions: as a case in point, note the amorphous sheet of glaring light poisoning the sky in the above photograph.

Sunday, July 09, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.190: A Saucerful of Secrets



An unidentified aerial phenomenon - just visible at the upper-centre point of the photo - caught hovering above Horsingdon Wood. There is a long history of sightings of UAP over the region.

Whilst speculation abounds, there has never been any explanation (at least not one that has been made public - and if the Ministry know differently, they certainly aren't telling) as to the source of these phenomena; nor have any answers been forthcoming as to why, if there is some kind of sentience or agency directing these craft (if that is indeed what they are), it is taking an interest in the locale.

In all likelihood, such secrets will remain forever undisclosed. And perhaps this is for the best - for if answers to these questions were ever to be revealed, it is doubtful that we would find them palatable.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.189: Whispered Static


A recently constructed transmitter erected in, of all places, Horsingdon Wood itself. It is not clear as to whether the array is yet operational - or indeed what its purpose is. Horsingdon Borough Council remains silent on the matter. This is more than can be said of the local airwaves, which over the past few weeks, have been aswarm with alien signals - as well as disturbing reports of electronic voice phenomena communicating unbearable secrets in the whispered static of an inhuman language.

Friday, July 07, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.188: Desolation, Solitude and Dread



There are a number of sites along the Ebury Way (in the direction of Croxley Moor) which have been closed off to public access by the Ministry, including the above: a stagnant, weed-strewn pond, filled with debris  - the rejected accoutrements of an earlier life for their previous owners - and surrounded by iron railings; and a small, overgrown field enclosed - in a somewhat sinister fashion - by link fencing and barbed wire (which is becoming increasingly choked with wildly verdant plantlife which apparently desires to disseminate itself beyond the human boundaries set for it). No reason has ever been given for the effective privatisation of what was once common land.

Notably, these sites do tend to be in out-of-the way places, and are rarely visited by the casual ramblers typically encountered along the Ebury Way. As a consequences they are characterised by an almost palpable aura of solitude; visitants to these desolate regions have also recounted experiencing a sense of overwhelming dread in close proximity to the perimiter of such sites: the kind of dread one feels in the presence of something fundamentally at odds with the basic, foundational physics which govern our world - a sense absolute alterity which the residents of Horsingdon are, indeed, all too familiar with from their long experience of living in the shadow of the Outside.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.187: Monstrous Abode


This curious building overlooks the Grand Union Canal on a desolate and overgrown parcel land belonging to the Boreham family. The windows are barred, and rumour has it that this was once the habitation of - or more properly prison to - one of James Boreham's siblings: apparently a brother (or half-brother, if local gossip is to be believed) born horribly malformed and deemed far too ungainly to be allowed to be seen in public; this was, it seems, one of those Boreham offspring in which was more evidently and atavistically manifest that streak of otherwordly ancestry which has supposedly blighted that family's bloodline for centuries.

The edifice sits on the side of the canal opposite to the bank along which a public footpath runs, so is generally inaccesible - although there is a mooring along that bank not far from the building; local barge owners are, however, loathe to moor there - especially at night - on account of strange phenomena associated with the site: principally, a sorrowful, disconsolate and inhuman moaning said to emanates from within the squat during the hours of darkness - a lament accompanied by the more unpleasant sound akin to some monstrous, bulky mass mass shifting about within a cramped and lonely abode.

Wednesday, July 05, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.186: Haunted Tenements


This crumbling tenement block - once owned by James Boreham - has remained untenanted for decades and is scheduled to be demolished in the coming weeks. Horsingdon Council has, however, also deemed it necessary to fumigate the block prior to its levelling. Why this needs to be done in the wake of its imminent destruction seems odd, to say the least; odder still are witness reports noting the participation of a local priest in this 'fumigation' - the very same priest who was, in fact, previously involved in the affair of Boreham Tower. One can only speculate at the nature of an infestation requiring the intervention of a specialist in things metaphysical and praeternatural...

Indeed, this is one of a number of properties that have been marked for demolition (and no doubt 'fumigation') in the coming months - all of whose histories appear to be intertwined in some manner with the spectre of James Boreham.

It is almost as if the council now has some pressing need to exorcise and eradicate even the slightest, lingering element of Boreham's influence upon the urban topograpy of Horsingdon.

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.185: Haunted Tracks


This dilapidated shed sits on the other side of the local train line as it runs through Northwich Park Station toward Trentford. Beyond the shed can be seen the halls of residence which serve Northwich Park campus. Late night goods drivers who sometimes frequent the nearby local Windermere pub can sometimes be persuaded to recount tales of some of the stranger things they have witnessed along the stretch the track that passes from Horsingdon to Trentford. One commonly recounted tale is that of three pale figures - each of them lacking a face or discernable features of any kind - standing outside of the shed, apparently directing their smoothly blank countenances in the direction of the tracks.

The drivers who have observed these spectral beings uniformly agree that their eyless gaze is suffused with a discernable malignance - although it is never made clear in these tales as to who or what this emnity is directed. Perhaps it is less the product of a desire for vengeance for some past wrong than it is of their meaningless and idiotic existence: a malevolence more generally levelled at a universe whose unknowable laws force these uncanny mannequins to mark their watch, staring blindly and mindlessly - night, after night, after night throughout all eternitity - into a world they are no longer able to comprehend.

Monday, July 03, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.184: Luminescent Auguries



Strange aerial lights, fluctuating both in form and colour, photographed last night clustering about - and apparently emerging from the side of - Horsingdon Hill, with the edge of Horsingdon Woods to the right of the photo. The lights were apparently accompanied by a low, rhythmic, throbbing sound reverberating from some place deep within the Hill, whilst one witness to these events claimed to hear a kind of ritualised chanting emanating from the Woods.

In the folklore of Horsingdon, such eerily luminescent apparitions are always portentous, and almost invariably symptomatic of a sense of foreboding and uneasiness which quickly encompasses the local populace -  often signalling a shift in disposition from their usual state of surly suspicion to one of outright fearful apprehension and acute disquietude.

As this collective mood reaches its meridian, coincidentally the corpse of some miscreant (or at least whichever unfortunate is considered as such by the local community at the time) is likely to be discovered upon the slopes of Horsingdon Hill - an event always recorded by the Horsingdon police as 'death by misadventure'. Whatever the case, the guardians of the Black Bowers - in this instance perhaps the most honest of Horsingdon's residents - know the truth of the matter: that Those Who Wait will not be denied their due.


Sunday, July 02, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.183: The Devil's Bridleway


At the steep incline where Horsingdon Wood begins to encroach upon Horsingdon Hill, this wide avenue - known locally as 'The Devil's Bridleway' - cuts a path through the Wood to the Hill's crest.

According to local legend, this is where the Devil - mounted upon a great black horse with glowing red eyes, breathing hellfire, and spewing sulphurous smoke from its snout - chased down and dragged into the fiery pit an ancestor of James Boreham. This unnamed ancestor, it is said, bargained away his immortal soul to improve the fortunes of the Boreham family - but at the last relented of the compact and sought to deny the Devil of his due.

Other tales offer a different account: that on All Hallow's Eve of 1587, the Horsingdon Coven - then lead by an ancestor of James Boreham - invoked something on the top of Horshingdon Hill: something which they called up from some inchoate realm of nightmare beyond Euclidean space; something which they lacked the power or the words to put down; something which cut a swathe through the local landscape and was finally imprisoned, only after great loss of life, beneath Horsingdon Hill itself; something which the guardians of the Black Bowers claim will one day be released by a descendent of the Boreham clan; something which, once freed, will open the final, ultimate doorway to the black abysses where Those Who Wait lurk and swarm hungrily, allowing them ingress into our world...

Saturday, July 01, 2017

The Horsingdon Transmissions No.182: Inscrutable Portents



Yesterday night a burning ball of light was photographed above Hallowmere Playing Fields; this morning, a number of strange circular indentations - akin to what were once called 'fairy rings' - were discovered in the centre of the fields. This occurs in the context of recent ritual activity around the Witching Tree (which stands at the far edge of the fields).

Whilst the exact nature of the relationship - if any - between these varied phenomena remains obscure, their portentious appearance in close proximity (both spatial and temporal) would seem to denote a pattern of significance. Yet given the ineffable nature of the Horsingdon landscape - whose primal substance ultimately eludes any attempt at comprehension - it may ultimately be the case that such patterns form part of an equasion whose underlying principles are too monstrous - too alien - for human minds to fathom, let alone solve.