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# 🜂 **7. "The Shadow Pilgrimage of Glastonbury Tor" – a very long horror story** --- ## *Prologue: The Hill That Never Sleeps* Glastonbury Tor looks peaceful—a green hill, with the stone tower of St. Michael at the top, and fields around it that ripple like a sea in the wind. But no one talks about what happens there after dark. Because that's when you can see **pilgrims**. Not the kind with lanterns and singing. The other kind. The Shadow ones. Wandering in silence. And always towards the tower. And whoever sees their procession becomes part of a story they should never have heard. -- # 🌫️ *Chapter I: The Archaeologist Who Searched for Something More* Eleanor Flynn was an archaeologist specializing in Arthurian legend. She was just finishing a fieldwork project in Somerset when the local council asked her to analyze newly discovered remains near Tor Hill. The remains were deep—where the earth had been undisturbed for hundreds of years. And there was something else. In ...

## *Prologue: The City of Light That Hides the Darkness* Blackpool at night looks like a fairground of dreams: Carousels spin, the Ferris wheel gleams, music mixes with shouts of joy. But there are places where the light doesn't reach. Places where the wind carries stories that are best left unheard after dark. Blackpool Tower—the city's symbol—is one such place. A tall, steel colossus that remembers all the voices, all the laughter... and all the screams. Because that's where he supposedly appears. The Faceless Man. Not as a shadow. Not as an illusion. But as something that **stares** blankly. --- # ⚙️ *Chapter I: A Beginning That Wasn't an Accidental* Grace Murray was a young photographer from Manchester. She loved cities at night—the lights, the movement, the colors. When she was commissioned to photograph "Blackpool at night," she was thrilled. On her first evening, she checked into a small hotel, the Starfish Inn. The owner, Mrs. Harbury, gave her a stran...

### *Prologue: Mists That No One Disperses* Dartmoor is a place where the wind has a language of its own and the moors seem to stretch on forever. People say this land remembers everything: the screams of convicts, the footsteps of escaped prisoners, the cries of lost travelers. But one story is whispered the softest. The story of a train that disappeared into the fog. And in its carriages—the passengers who never made it home. --- ## *Chapter I: The Railwayman Who Heard Too Much* Thomas Brigham had worked on the Exeter-Plymouth line for twenty years. He wasn't afraid of Dartmoor—he knew every path, every station, every fog. But November 12th was different. The fog was unusual. It lay low, as if crawling along the tracks. It muffled all sounds, even the clatter of the wheels. Thomas was waiting for train number 67—it was due at 10:40 PM. 10:40 PM passed. 10:45 PM too. At 11:00 PM, Thomas heard a whistle. Relief. The train was coming. But when he looked toward the tracks, he saw no ...

# ### *Prologue: Ruins by the Sea* Whitby Abbey stands on a cliff like a sentinel over a precipice. The wind rips the waves, and seagulls circle high, as if afraid to touch the ruins. They say that on the night of the new moon, a nun walks among the ruins. A white silhouette. She stares out to sea. She never speaks. But when she turns around… her face is filled with despair. y. Emily Hawthorne, writer of Gothic novels, came to Whitby for inspiration. She found something much darker. --- ### *Chapter I: First Evening* Emily entered the ruins toward evening. The sun was setting red. Shadows lengthened like tentacles. She was sketching when she suddenly felt cold. Not the usual autumn cold. It was cold… like a touch of ice. She looked up. At the opposite end of the ruins stood a nun. White. Motionless. Her face was covered by a hood. Emily blinked—and the figure vanished. --- ### *Chapter II: The Nun's Story* At The Endeavour Inn, Emily was recounting her encounter. The innkeeper inte...

 🌲 * * *(Due to length, I'll start immediately)* --- ### *Prologue: A Village Hidden in Fog* Pluckley, a picturesque village in Kent, looks like a postcard during the day: whitewashed houses, stone gardens, watercolor-like greenery. But at night… At night, the fog descends on Pluckley like a veil of the dead. And the Screaming Woods – the Forest of Screams – awakens. James Carter, a photographer from Dover, came there to take a series of photos for a book about English legends. Little did he know he would witness something unforgettable. -- ### *Chapter I: The First Scream* James pitched his tent at the edge of the forest. He set up his camera, tripod, and gear. Everything went on as normal… until midnight. Then he heard the first scream. It wasn't the sound of an animal. It wasn't human either. It was a scream that sounded like: * splintering wood, * choking pain, * the desperation of a dying man. James froze. And then he heard something...

### *Prologue: A Castle That Breathes the Past* Chillingham Castle in Northumberland towers over the valley like a stone beast, its towers resembling fangs. Its walls remember screams, pains, pleas, and judgments. The castle was always alive—it breathed tragedy. When Alice Bramble, a young archivist from Cambridge, arrived there one October afternoon, she had no idea she would become part of a story the castle told only to a select few. She had heard legends: of the ghost of a child in white, of figures in armor, of shadows in torture dungeons. But she was a scientist—she believed everything could be explained rationally. She would soon change her mind. --- ### *Chapter I: Arrival* Alice stopped at the gates of Chillingham. Rain slanted, and the wind howled like an animal searching for a way in. The old caretaker, Mr. Holling, led her to the door. “We have a guest interested in archives?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Good… but you should know that the castle can be capricious.” “Capr...

- * ### *Prologue* Spring in London can be treacherous: one day the sun warms the cobblestone streets, the next a cold fog creeps into the alleys like a living creature. That night, the fog was the color of ash and thickly entwined the metal gates of Highgate Cemetery. Thomas Walford – a twenty-nine-year-old journalist – stood outside the entrance, lantern in hand. He had been sent by the editors to write a story about “urban legends,” but Thomas took the subject more seriously. For several weeks, animals had been dying in the area, people had heard screams at night, and some claimed to have seen a figure with red eyes. Thomas wrote in his journal: > *“If even part of this is true, London should know. And if it’s just rumors, I’ll explain.”* Then the gate door creaked open. ### *Chapter I: A Space That Doesn't Live* The cemetery looked different at night than it did during the day. Tall, Gothic monuments cast black shadows, and the paths stretched like tunnels leading deeper int...

### *Beginning: Road in the Fog* Fog in Essex comes quickly. One moment, you see fields and low stone walls; the next, everything is bathed in milky white. Arthur Brook, a young historian from London, hadn't driven this road before, but tonight the fog was thicker than usual. The engine of his old Morris roared steadily, and the headlights cut through the darkness like two quivering needles of light. “Only a few more miles,” Arthur muttered, glancing at his watch. “Borley should be just over the hill.” He was going there to investigate the legends of the former mansion, Borley Rectory, once called “England's most haunted house.” The house had burned down, yes, but history… history lived on. People's memories, old records, letters, testimonies. And then there was that nun—the white figure who supposedly kept appearing there. As he turned onto the narrow, winding road leading into the village, he noticed a silhouette standing by the side of the road. A woman. In a long, light...

## **1. Anne Boleyn in the Tower of London – The Headless Queen** After Anne Boleyn's execution in 1536, many people claimed to have seen her ghost. Legend has it that: One night, a guard walking around the White Tower saw a woman's silhouette in the darkness holding **something** in her arms. He approached and saw… **the queen's head**, which the ghost was carrying like a baby. The terrified guard lost consciousness, and the next day he was never able to return to night duty. -- ## **2. The Nun's Ghost in Borley Rectory – Forbidden Love** According to legend, a long time ago, a young nun fell in love with a layman. When her affair was discovered, she was bricked up alive within the walls of the convent. In the 20th century, many locals reported seeing a **white figure** walking at night by the roadside near the ruins. Apparently, you can also hear its footsteps and a faint whisper: > "I haven't forgotten..." --- ## **3. The Screaming Man of Pluckley – ...

### **1. Tower of London (London)** One of the most famous haunted places in the world. Ghosts Appearing: * Anne Boleyn (reportedly seen with... her head in her hands) * Royal Children – Edward V and his brother * Guards and convicts from various eras --- ### **2. Borley Rectory (Essex)** Once called "England's Most Haunted House." Stories include: * Apparitions of a nun and ghostly riders * Mysterious footsteps * Objects moving by themselves The house burned down in 1939, but the area is still considered haunted. --- ### **3. Pluckley Village (Kent)** Considered the scariest village in England – some sources even list it in the Guinness Book of Records. Known ghosts: * A "Screaming Man" in Screaming Wood * A teacher's ghost * A ghostly carriage with horses --- ### **4. Pendle Hill (Lancashire)** Strongly associated with the 1612 witch trials. Many people report: * solid shadow figures * unexplained voices * a feeling of being watched --- ### **5. The Ancien...

Scientists in South Korea have made a breakthrough in the fight against aging by creating a synthetic molecule called CGK733 that can rejuvenate human cells. A team led by Professor Kim Tae-kook from the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology presented their findings in the prestigious journal Nature Chemical Biology. CGK733 has the potential not only to block the aging process but also to restore youthful energy to cells. However, experts are cautious about the substance's practical applications, pointing to the need for further research into its safety and side effects. A team of South Korean scientists said on Sunday, June 11, they had created a "cellular fountain of youth," a small particle that allows human cells to avoid the process of aging and dying. The team, led by Professor Kim Tae-kook (pictured) from the Korea Advanced Institute of Science and Technology, has created a synthetic molecule, called CGK733, that can even cause cell rejuvenation. The d...

Despite abundant scientific evidence, the Church views the Qumran find with considerable reservation. Catholic clergy question whether 7Q5 actually comes from the Gospel of Mark, casting doubt on the accuracy of the document's backdating. Even with definitive evidence, Catholics wouldn't be happy. How could they explain that there was no connection between the mysterious messiah from the Essene community and Jesus of Nazareth, if the text was found in the library of some mysterious Jewish sect? So maybe it's better not to change religion after two thousand years...