The Unnamed Spook of Duvale Farm

In the mist-laced valley of Bampton, where the River Exe coils through pasture and time like an ancient vein of silver, there is a tale that creeps as slowly as the spirit it speaks of—a ghost with no name and no voice, inching forward across the fields with the patience of centuries. From flood-slicked banks to sheep-bitten meadow, the spook’s cockstride journey—no more than a rooster’s step a year—has stirred generations of whispers, each more uneasy than the last. None know who he was in life, only that his spectral path leads to Duvale Farm, and that with each passing year, he draws closer. Farmers mark his progress in silence, villagers in fear, and somewhere beyond the veil of reason, beneath the weight of earth and time, the reason for his long pilgrimage waits to rise.