Strange Solace

There is a quaint little town called Oundle, nestled in the English countryside.

In this town is an old stone gateway with three pointed spires, covered in moss and ivy.

The townspeople do not pass through the gateway. Superstitious as they are.

It is said that one moonlight night your curiosity will get the better of you and you will find yourself drawn to the ancient structure. 

As you approach an icy breeze will brush against your skin. With each step closer the air will grow heavier, pulling you in. 

The pale light of the moon will cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the archway appear like the gateway to another realm.

You will not be able to resist. You will pass beneath the archway and feel the air shift. Faint whispers will fill your ears and apparitions will flicker in the distance. You are now in the realm between the living and the dead.

A figure will appear before you, warning you of the gateway’s power, to trap those who venture too far.

You hear a haunting voice call your name. It is filled with sorrow. 

You step backwards. But you have already gone too far. 

Copyright: image believed to be in the public domain and used for creative, non-commercial purposes. Vintage postcard of Old Gateway, Oundle. Published by H.H. Markham, Oundle. Postmarked early 1900s.