The Sleuth Hounds of Cockington

Long before Cockington became a postcard-perfect haven of roses and cobbled lanes, a darker tale took root beneath its thatched eaves and ancient trees—a tale of ghostly hounds whose cries still echo on moonless nights. Locals speak in hushed tones of the Sleuth Hounds, spectral beasts said to hunt the guilty and the damned, their passage marked by the thunder of unseen paws and a chill that seeps through stone and soul alike. In the late 19th century, one woman, Agnes Peat, came too close to their path, her quiet life unravelling into whispers and warnings that still ripple through the village today. This is her story—and theirs—a legend woven from mist, memory, and the bone-deep certainty that some footsteps never truly fade.