The Mad Monk of Little Haldon

In the lonely sweep of Little Haldon, where gorse and heather bend beneath salt-laden winds, a ruined chapel crouches like a wound upon the moor — its crumbling stones steeped in whispers of blood and betrayal. Once the dwelling of a mad monk named Anselm, whose false piety masked a heart black with murder, Lidwell Chapel remains haunted by his sins. Travellers speak of hearing his muttered Latin prayers on fog-thick nights, and some claim his charred figure still stalks the old well, forever bound to the place where confession became a death sentence.