The lonely stretch of land known as Black Dog Hill, between Ditchling and Westmeston, carries an unsettling legend. It is said that a great black hound haunts the hill, prowling the ancient path with eyes that glint like embers in the dark. Some claim to have glimpsed its shadowy form darting between the hedgerows, while others speak of an eerie silence that falls before it appears, a hush where even the wind dares not stir.
But of all Sussex’s phantom hounds, none are as dreaded as the spectral beast of the Alfriston to Seaford road. Every seven years, on Midsummer’s Eve, a ghostly white hound emerges from the night, its pale form drifting along the roadside like mist over a grave. Those unfortunate enough to see it are said to be doomed, for the hound is a harbinger of death. No man, no matter how strong, can escape the fate it foretells.
Perhaps it is merely an old tale meant to keep travellers wary on dark nights... or perhaps, even now, the hound waits for the next soul destined to cross its path.
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