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The Hunting Hounds
The hills in Cumbria are craved out form the last Ice. The caves in them are deep, who really knows what lives in them. In Ceflewaite which is south Stonewaite and west of Wythburn where I came from there is a tale told by the by the your as a joke and scorned by the old. That legend is of Lord Kenwalder and his hunting hounds a bygone god or monster.It is said you can see him or his shadow still stalks the peaks in late winter.

The occurrence of which I am about to tell you tuck places in the winter 2005. a pone Kendal's peak that over looking my village. That winter there was a partially bad flood cutting off Kendal's peak from the road. there was on the peak a holiday cabin just above the tree line a family had been up staying over in it and what I had heard was suppose to have left on the day of the flood but couldn't, so they spend an extra night up on Kendal's peak. Apart from the water that night was quite normal.

Two days later Mr Chandler (who owned the holiday cabin) when most of the water had moved further down the valley, he went to check up on the family to make sure they were ok or had left. unfortunately what he had found is still kept quite by the police, the only official statement says on the night of the flood the embankment at the back of the cabin collapsed and the family in the cabin where swept away with the water and mud. This is untrue to any one who lives in My village first the cabin is ten feet higher than the stream and at least thirty feet way this mean means it take would take a massive amount of run off two even shift the bank. So what happened to them on the peak, well I know.

My village is little over two thousand people lives here so when a something happened it spreads as if it was wild fire and this one I heard from some friend of a friend but Mr Chandler himself, first hasten then as alcohol flowed though his vines more forth coming. like as I had said before he had went up there to check on the family to be premise four adults and three children. He had taken Old Brome Way, a ramshackle hiking path popular in the summer. reach to top of the brae on which the cabin is saturated he notices something strange, the fount door of the cabin was fully open. He found in the cabin a confusion of every type ferocious deed imaginable. Suit cases gutted and the continues sprawled cross the cabin as well there was blood not earthier to indicate a slaughter but clearly a struggle on enormous magnitude as the furniture had been place in barricades and most disturbing attribute was the foot prints in mud. Mr Chandler describes In his own words " dog like but larger". A comparing them was claw mark fitting the paw prints.

I personal have done research into this subject as you will tell form above call it a morbid fascination with local fork lore or because I have seen the shadow of Lord Kenwalder but I move on to the two points I want to cover. First the more parturient of the two findings. This is the only time people have disappeared on Kendal's peak there have been the time where a hiker has gotten lost and has never been see again or has turn up dead in early spring, almost beyond recognition when the ice has melted there flesh grey falling off, in it self this weird if go up Old Brome Way you will find signs caves with iron bars welded from floor to the sealing. these all have documented since the late nineteenth century, few if any had any real investigation into them. Which has course me to believe that a conspiracy the police did look into the fact that the police didn't even by dredging the near by streams for the missing family. In the end we have to ask why do the polices or the government want to cover this up, is it because they believe what ever in the caves happens to be beyond our understanding. This second bit I inform who ever reads this about the malevolent being. You have probably notice there are two names which are similar these are Lord Kenwalder and Kendal's peak these are in fact ,one in the same Lord Kenwalder happens to be some form of old Celtic, While the name Kendal's peak is a reference to the peak belonging to the deity and is a translation to Old English as it was more commonly spoken in the north during the middle ages. Lord Kenwalder Hunting Hound however in medieval carving do not resemble dogs so much as a human bear hybrids with saggy hair a mans face, large body and dog limbs although some times shown standing on the hind quarters. Lastly Lord Kenwalder himself and his intention are surprisingly well document by folklorist like myself. For one we know he lives in his peak deep under the ground in a grate hall caved from stone. ages gone by people would plant wild garlic outside certain cave entrances to stop the Hunting Hounds from getting out. You see the Hounds are not suppose to kill their pray instead they are to drag the victims down deep into Kendal's peak to the grate hall itself there once a year shall feats on all creatures from the valley by slowly boiling them alive in his cauldron as well as eating small children raw. Lord Kenwalder is describe in the contemporary book Tales From The North page fifty six and a half under the sub heading: Sir Edmund of Darlington Fights Kendal The Black Witch as a tall craven thing arms reaching the knees the body just barley covered in rotten furs, Kendal's face was quite monstrously jagged with tusk like teeth projecting from his mouth rather crooked nose and a large beard of pure white hair, his feet and hands had uncontrollable nails and by his side he carries a club to those who want to do him harm.

What may lie under those hills hopeful we shall never know but for those who have my greatest sympathy when I am sorry.