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.