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The Veil

Hell is What Haunts us.

Something is not right in the picturesque Yorkshire village of Henchcombe.

Terrible things walk the streets each time a thick mist sweeps down off the moor.

Not monsters or beasts but the villagers’ deepest, darkest terrors. The things that haunt them in the dead of night. Broken hearts and betrayals. Missed opportunities and old regrets. Lives lost to bitter hatred.

It’s up to a small group of villagers to come to the rescue. They face a journey deep underground to a place none of them could have imagined.

This is a dark place. A place of misery and pain.

This is The Veil.

Prologue 
 
13th June 1785 
Pushing the heavy oak door into its frame, he twisted the key and heard the lock click into place.  He stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, lying perfectly still for a moment as he whispered a prayer. 
“Lord, keep them from me.  As a good Christian servant I beg you.” 
The sweat running from his forehead stung his eyes and as it touched his lips, it tasted of salt. 
Like sea water. 
Once again, he could hear the waves beating against the side of the ship, could sense the rise and fall of the ocean beneath him. 
And he could hear their cries.  No matter that they spoke in a heathen tongue, he knew they were begging for mercy.  To be saved. 
But they had no right to haunt a decent fellow like him. 
No right at all. 
There was a sound like the moaning of a suffering beast and then silence. 
*** 
11th September 1953 
She emptied the contents of the cardboard box onto the table.  But the odd assortment of books, old newspapers and magazines did not interest her.  Instead, she tore the box itself into small pieces.  Then she began writing on each of them. 
The words came thick and fast, drawn up out of her memory like the lines of an old nursery rhyme.  Her pen felt guided by an unseen hand.   She paused just once, to peer out of the window at the fading grey light.  Time was running out. 
“Get a move on, stupid girl,” she scolded herself, before getting back to the writing. 
When she had finished, she carried the pieces of card into the front room and put them in place.  Then she went out into the hallway and turned on the light above the door. 
 

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