Whitchurch, a quiet village in South Somerset, was once rocked by a series of strange occurrences. It all began with a peculiar movement that could be felt in certain parts of the village. Some claimed it was an earthquake, but others were convinced it was something more sinister. Locals reported strange noises coming from the nearby woods and a feeling of unease that lingered long after the movement had stopped.
As the weeks went by, more and more of the villagers reported seeing shadowy figures lurking in the woods. Some took to locking themselves indoors at night, too frightened to venture out. Others were convinced the movement was a sign of something truly evil coming to Whitchurch.
One particularly dark and stormy night, a group of brave villagers ventured into the woods to investigate the source of the movement. What they found chilled them to the bone. An old gravestone, long forgotten and overgrown with ivy, had been disturbed. The earth around it was freshly dug, as if something had clawed its way out of the soil.
As they stood there, frozen with fear, a low growl emanated from the darkness. The group scattered, racing back to the village as fast as their legs could carry them. From that night on, the movement stopped and the shadowy figures disappeared. But some say that if you listen carefully on quiet nights, you can still hear the low growling coming from deep within the woods of Whitchurch.