FOR CENTURIES THERE HAS BEEN A BLACK SHADOWS OVER THIS ‘GARDEN OF ENGLAND’, A CREEPING, PITCH BLANKET OF FOREBODING THAT REACHES ACROSS THE FIELDS, MEADOWS, VALLEYS AND RIVERS LIKE A PHANTOM CLOAK BELONGING TO SOME UNSEEN INVADER. SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT, IT NEVER HAS BEEN. IN FACT, IT IS EERIE OUT THERE.
I BEGAN THE IDEA FOR THIS CATALOGUE OF HIGH STRANGENESS PERTAINING TO THE COUNTY OF KENT AROUND HALLOWEEN 2006 FOR WHAT BETTER TIME TO BEGIN THIS CHRONICLE, AS THE NIGHT AIR FIZZLES WITH BONFIRE SMOKE AND THE RUSTIC ESSENCE OF AUTUMN SWIRLS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW LIKE SOME PEEKING APPARITION. THERE IS A CRACKLE IN THE AIR, THERE ALWAYS IS AROUND HALLOWEEN, FOR IT IS THE SEASON OF THE WITCH, A TIME FOR THE LEGION TO TAKE TO THE NOCTURNAL PATHWAYS, A MOMENT OF CHILLED TENSION FOR THE BOGEYMEN TO EMERGE FROM OUR CLOSETS.
I BEGAN THE IDEA FOR THIS CATALOGUE OF HIGH STRANGENESS PERTAINING TO THE COUNTY OF KENT AROUND HALLOWEEN 2006 FOR WHAT BETTER TIME TO BEGIN THIS CHRONICLE, AS THE NIGHT AIR FIZZLES WITH BONFIRE SMOKE AND THE RUSTIC ESSENCE OF AUTUMN SWIRLS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW LIKE SOME PEEKING APPARITION. THERE IS A CRACKLE IN THE AIR, THERE ALWAYS IS AROUND HALLOWEEN, FOR IT IS THE SEASON OF THE WITCH, A TIME FOR THE LEGION TO TAKE TO THE NOCTURNAL PATHWAYS, A MOMENT OF CHILLED TENSION FOR THE BOGEYMEN TO EMERGE FROM OUR CLOSETS.
HOWEVER, IN MY MIND, AND THE FOLKLORE SPOKEN OF HEREIN, IT WOULD SEEM THAT EVERY MONTH OF THE CALENDAR IS IN FACT HALLOWEEN, THE FACTS, THE RUMOUR MILLS, THE CAMPFIRE TALES AND THE WHISPERS WHICH ROLL OFF THE TONGUE SUGGEST SO. THAT SOMETHING, OR SOME ‘THING’ IS NOT QUITE RIGHT. IT IS THE THING THAT SHOULD NOT BE THAT CASTS A MURKY AND AT TIMES MALEVOLENT SHADOW OVER THIS TRANQUIL ABODE, WHERE CASTLES REACH INTO THE SKY, AND PATCHWORK QUILT FIELDS ROLL LIKE EVERGREEN CARPETS, SPLICED BY VEIN-LIKE STREAMS AND FLANKED BY COSY VILLAGES WHERE HISTORY IS DEEPER THAN THE EARTH UPON WHICH THESE FOUNDATIONS WERE BUILT. YET SOMETHING, OR SOMEONE SUGGESTS THAT THIS PLACE I CALL HOME, HAS BEEN, AND STILL IS, PLAGUED BY THE UNSEEN, THE UNKNOWN AND THE MYSTERIOUS. QUIRKY, ENIGMATIC, MISUNDERSTOOD AND DAMN WELL FRIGHTENING. SOME OF THESE ‘THINGS’ ARE MEMORIES, SOME ARE STAINS UPON THE FABRIC OF THIS COUNTY LIFE, AND THEN THERE ARE THE PUZZLING ‘THINGS’ WHICH ARE AS FRESH AS THE WINTER SNOW WHICH PAINTS THE COUNTRYSIDE AROUND JANUARY AND FEBRUARY. AS SPRING TIME RIPENS AND THE FROST GLISTENS, THE LAKES SEEM TO DANCE WITH MISTY GHOSTS, WISPY SUGGESTIONS OF A LONG FORGOTTEN FORM, AND THESE DEW DAMP MORNINGS MELT INTO SUMMER, THE HAZE OVER THE HILLS HEAVY LIKE SOME SWARM OF UNKNOWN INSECTS WHICH SEEM TO FLEE FROM A HORROR ONLY THEY KNOW ABOUT. OUR HISTORY IS LITTERED WITH REPORTS, ACCOUNTS, YARNS AND LEGENDS OF THE THINGS OF WHICH I AM ABOUT TO LIST, FOR YOU DEAR READER, TO TAKE IN WITH MAYBE AMAZEMENT, HORROR, SCEPTICISM OR EVEN DISBELIEF. FOR BIZARRE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED HERE, AND THEY STILL DO. SOME EVENTS ARE FLEETING, OTHERS SEEM PERMANENT, AN INDELIBLE MARK UPON THE RURAL LANDSCAPE, TRAGIC, WEIRD AND UNCANNY OCCURRENCES THAT HAVE BLED ONTO OUR SUBCONSCIOUSNESS LIKE BLACK DROPLETS OF HEAVY RAIN, INKING THEMSELVES ON OUR HISTORY, TO FOREVER REMAIN.
SO, WHAT ARE THESE ‘THINGS’ I HERE YOU ASK ? WELL, THROUGHOUT TIME SUCH THINGS HAVE BEEN CALLED ‘MONSTERS’, BUT, I HEAR YOU SAY, “MONSTERS DO NOT EXIST!”, WELL, MAYBE THEY DO, AND IF THEY DON’T, THEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, BUT WITHIN THESE HERE PAGES FOLLOWS A UNIQUE CHRONICLE OF EVENTS, OCCURRENCES AND HAPPENINGS PERTAINING TO PECULIAR FORMS, MANIFESTATIONS, OUT OF PLACE ANIMALS, BOGEYMEN AND OTHER WEIRD DENIZENS, ALL WHICH HAVE A RELATION TO THIS BEAUTIFUL, SCENIC COUNTY.
IT IS MY JOB. MY INTEREST. MY FASCINATION AND OBSESSION TO COLLATE THE MISTY FOLKLORE, THE URBAN MYTHS AND OBSCURE ACCOUNTS FOR YOU TO PONDER AND INDULGE UPON , BUT WHAT I WILL SAY IS THIS. THE EVENTS LISTED IN THIS BOOK, ALTHOUGH AT TIMES BRIEF, EVEN VAGUE AT TIMES, ARE BASED UPON FACTS AND NOT FICTION SO WHILST YOU MAY DECIDE NOT TO BELIEVE SUCH HOCUS POCUS, REMEMBER ONE THING; THAT WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT TONIGHT AFTER SCOFFING, OR, HOPEFULLY ENJOYING THIS READ, YOU MAY BE THE NEXT ENTRY WITH REGARDS TO ENCOUNTERING SOMETHING THAT SHOULD NOT BE. AND THESE ‘THINGS’ APPEAR TO BE VERY COMMON, AND LIKELY TO HAUNT THIS OLD COUNTY FOR MANY MORE YEARS TO COME. THEY WILL STALK THE ROADS, AND THE WOODS, AND THE RIVERS, STREAMS AND RAILWAY LINES, AND MANY A HOME, AND THEY ARE NOT AFRAID ALSO OF INHABITING YOUR MIND, WHETHER IT IS OPEN TO SUGGESTION, OR INDEED CLOSED TO SUCH SPOOK STORIES. YET ONE THING IS CERTAIN, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME MONSTERS HAVE BEEN WITH US, ALL OVER THE WORLD, MANY OF THESE FORMS PLAY A HUGE PART IN OUR INTRICATE MYTHOLOGY, WHILST OTHERS HAVE BEEN EXPLAINED BY MORE FLESH AND BLOOD SOLUTION, BUT THERE ARE STILL THOSE THAT LINGER WHICH REMAIN THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES AND WE WONDER WHERE AND WHEN THEY’LL TURN UP NEXT.
KENT IS MERELY ANOTHER PLACE FOR THESE THINGS TO HAUNT….AND THIS CHRONICLE IS A TRIBUTE TO THE EERIE ABSURDITY OF THIS RURAL ABODE.
PUT SIMPLY, THIS BLOG IS A REFERENCE GUIDE, AN HISTORICAL ACCOUNT AND A REMINDER OF THE STRANGE BEASTS AND LEVIATHANS THAT HAVE SWAM THE WATERY DEPTHS, SCREAMED THROUGH THE ZENITH, AND SLINKED FROM THE DARK WOODS. IT IS AN ALTERNATIVE AND SINISTER SIDE TO A COUNTY THAT HAS FOR SO LONG BEEN BATHED IN GLORY, FROM DICKENSIAN COBBLED STREETS, TO LEERING CATHEDRALS OF MONUMENTAL BEAUTY, AND FROM HOP-PICKING SHENANIGANS TO EUROPE’S BIGGEST SHOPPING CENTRE, KENT IS A WONDERFUL PLACE…BUT REMEMBER, IT IS ALSO AN EERIE DWELLING WHERE ALL MANNER OF CREATURES AND APPARITIONS PROWL………………………
THE AUTHOR.
SO, WHAT ARE THESE ‘THINGS’ I HERE YOU ASK ? WELL, THROUGHOUT TIME SUCH THINGS HAVE BEEN CALLED ‘MONSTERS’, BUT, I HEAR YOU SAY, “MONSTERS DO NOT EXIST!”, WELL, MAYBE THEY DO, AND IF THEY DON’T, THEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, BUT WITHIN THESE HERE PAGES FOLLOWS A UNIQUE CHRONICLE OF EVENTS, OCCURRENCES AND HAPPENINGS PERTAINING TO PECULIAR FORMS, MANIFESTATIONS, OUT OF PLACE ANIMALS, BOGEYMEN AND OTHER WEIRD DENIZENS, ALL WHICH HAVE A RELATION TO THIS BEAUTIFUL, SCENIC COUNTY.
IT IS MY JOB. MY INTEREST. MY FASCINATION AND OBSESSION TO COLLATE THE MISTY FOLKLORE, THE URBAN MYTHS AND OBSCURE ACCOUNTS FOR YOU TO PONDER AND INDULGE UPON , BUT WHAT I WILL SAY IS THIS. THE EVENTS LISTED IN THIS BOOK, ALTHOUGH AT TIMES BRIEF, EVEN VAGUE AT TIMES, ARE BASED UPON FACTS AND NOT FICTION SO WHILST YOU MAY DECIDE NOT TO BELIEVE SUCH HOCUS POCUS, REMEMBER ONE THING; THAT WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT TONIGHT AFTER SCOFFING, OR, HOPEFULLY ENJOYING THIS READ, YOU MAY BE THE NEXT ENTRY WITH REGARDS TO ENCOUNTERING SOMETHING THAT SHOULD NOT BE. AND THESE ‘THINGS’ APPEAR TO BE VERY COMMON, AND LIKELY TO HAUNT THIS OLD COUNTY FOR MANY MORE YEARS TO COME. THEY WILL STALK THE ROADS, AND THE WOODS, AND THE RIVERS, STREAMS AND RAILWAY LINES, AND MANY A HOME, AND THEY ARE NOT AFRAID ALSO OF INHABITING YOUR MIND, WHETHER IT IS OPEN TO SUGGESTION, OR INDEED CLOSED TO SUCH SPOOK STORIES. YET ONE THING IS CERTAIN, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME MONSTERS HAVE BEEN WITH US, ALL OVER THE WORLD, MANY OF THESE FORMS PLAY A HUGE PART IN OUR INTRICATE MYTHOLOGY, WHILST OTHERS HAVE BEEN EXPLAINED BY MORE FLESH AND BLOOD SOLUTION, BUT THERE ARE STILL THOSE THAT LINGER WHICH REMAIN THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES AND WE WONDER WHERE AND WHEN THEY’LL TURN UP NEXT.
KENT IS MERELY ANOTHER PLACE FOR THESE THINGS TO HAUNT….AND THIS CHRONICLE IS A TRIBUTE TO THE EERIE ABSURDITY OF THIS RURAL ABODE.
PUT SIMPLY, THIS BLOG IS A REFERENCE GUIDE, AN HISTORICAL ACCOUNT AND A REMINDER OF THE STRANGE BEASTS AND LEVIATHANS THAT HAVE SWAM THE WATERY DEPTHS, SCREAMED THROUGH THE ZENITH, AND SLINKED FROM THE DARK WOODS. IT IS AN ALTERNATIVE AND SINISTER SIDE TO A COUNTY THAT HAS FOR SO LONG BEEN BATHED IN GLORY, FROM DICKENSIAN COBBLED STREETS, TO LEERING CATHEDRALS OF MONUMENTAL BEAUTY, AND FROM HOP-PICKING SHENANIGANS TO EUROPE’S BIGGEST SHOPPING CENTRE, KENT IS A WONDERFUL PLACE…BUT REMEMBER, IT IS ALSO AN EERIE DWELLING WHERE ALL MANNER OF CREATURES AND APPARITIONS PROWL………………………
THE AUTHOR.
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