A cave in Buckinghamshire was briefly notorious for being a meeting point for the Hellfire Club, and their decadent rituals, which for the most part were about getting drunk and frolicking with whoever was happened to be nearest in the dark.
The Club picked it because it had a bad reputation locally and no gentleman needed to be spotted frolicking by curious rural types. They didn’t know how much they risked by doing so, because the cave had a bad reputation for a reason.
Once a year, on a certain night, something comes walking out of the rock, and out of the cave into the starlight, and it walks the fields of Buckinghamshire and somewhere nearby, someone walking home late from a job or the pub will never be seen again.
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