for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday Photo Prompt.
On the crispest Winter’s dawn or the balmiest Summer’s noon, a veil of mist hovers over the rocks that watch over the town of Hamelsham. Some say it’s but a peculiarity of nature whilst others envisage something more sinister.
Few visit there for it’s told that those that do suffer terrible nightmares as a consequence. Some it’s said, have never returned.
On the fourth day of June in the Year 1720, a masked rider galloped into the market square scattering the townsfolk and dropping to the ground a parchment scroll. It warned of an imminent attack by a township to the east which intended taking control of Hamelsham and it’s renowned cotton mill. Quite who he was or why he delivered the warning remains a mystery to this day.
Without delay, the town’s men took up a position shielded by the rocks and awaited their foe.
What followed was a battle in which Hamelsham remained unharmed. However, each and every member of the opposing force was either slaughtered then and there or died later from their wounds.
Today a statue of the masked horseman stands in the market square.
Some say it’s the ghosts of those that perished one sees surrounding the rocks; that one day they’ll reincarnate and attempt to fulfil their dastardly mission thereby capturing the town of Hamelsham, its inhabitants and the cotton mill.