Ledged has it that hundreds of years ago a young man was on his way home from work when he was passing the stones. He had always wanted to be an artist so he could get money for his wife and baby son.
The next day he went and bought a pencil and paper from the local post office and ran up to the circle. As he started drawing he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around but no-one was there so he kept drawing, this time he heard someone or something behind him so once again he turned around but no-one was there. He was starting to get the shivers now as he was making a mess of his
artwork. The man thought he heard something one last time and as he turned around…
A knife was being held right at his neck.
An old man was holding the rusty knife right at the man’s neck he said to the man‘what’s your name lad’ digging the knife in closer to his flesh. ‘I’m not telling you and you will never find out’ said the
innocent man clutching his art work. By this time drops of blood were running down his neck.’ Please please don’t hurt me just let me go, what do you want?’ he murmured with fear. The old man answered ‘I hear that you want to be an artist and that you will make money from it and sell your work to the village community.’ ’Yes so? ‘Well that’s my job so back away. This will be your last warning keep acting his way and you’ll have me chasing you’ said the man as he stepped back in to the mountain mist.
‘Jack jack come here we’ve been looking for you’ said a tall ginger girl running towards him…
The next day he went and bought a pencil and paper from the local post office and ran up to the circle. As he started drawing he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around but no-one was there so he kept drawing, this time he heard someone or something behind him so once again he turned around but no-one was there. He was starting to get the shivers now as he was making a mess of his
artwork. The man thought he heard something one last time and as he turned around…
A knife was being held right at his neck.
An old man was holding the rusty knife right at the man’s neck he said to the man‘what’s your name lad’ digging the knife in closer to his flesh. ‘I’m not telling you and you will never find out’ said the
innocent man clutching his art work. By this time drops of blood were running down his neck.’ Please please don’t hurt me just let me go, what do you want?’ he murmured with fear. The old man answered ‘I hear that you want to be an artist and that you will make money from it and sell your work to the village community.’ ’Yes so? ‘Well that’s my job so back away. This will be your last warning keep acting his way and you’ll have me chasing you’ said the man as he stepped back in to the mountain mist.
‘Jack jack come here we’ve been looking for you’ said a tall ginger girl running towards him…