The Haunting of Whittlewood - Silverstone

Before engines roared and fields turned to tarmac, before noble hunts and Norman law, Whittlewood was a living, breathing thing, older than kings, deeper than fear. Its tangled boughs held the secrets of centuries, where justice came by the snare and ghosts walked paths forgotten by time. In its heart lies a darkness fed by hunger, heartbreak, and vengeance, a curse rooted in earth and blood, whispered through leaves that never forget. Those who enter its shadow do so at their peril, for the forest remembers every footfall, every betrayal, every cry that broke the night.