Phantom Coach

In the shadowed lanes of Bradworthy, Devon, where the night weaves secrets into the ancient hedgerows, a spectral legend lingers from the 19th century, the Phantom Coach, a ghostly carriage doomed to haunt the roads after dusk. Its blazing lanterns pierce the darkness, yet its wheels roll in eerie silence, a restless echo of Squire Reginald Ashwood, a man of iron will and fiery temper whose tragic end in the icy waters of 1838 bound his spirit to the earth. For generations, the people of this quiet hamlet have shared tales of its nocturnal journeys, their whispers heavy with awe and fear, warning that to glimpse its unearthly glow is to court the squire’s unyielding gaze from beyond the grave.