For countless generations it has crouched, a brooding malevolence, dominating the landscape. Those who have tried to build on its land have died or gone mad. Its soil is untilled. The twisting paths through its hollows are rarely tread and, then, only by the foolhardy, or desperate. The remnants of man’s attempt to tame this haunted place are few, but a forbidding reminder of what lies just out of sight, in the shadows.
Come and visit, if you dare, but remember: Sometimes the evil of The Hill has a way of following you home . . .