The Headless Pig of Combe House

In the quiet green folds of East Devon, where mists curl around ancient hedgerows and the past seems to settle into every stone and tree, Combe House sits with secrets older than its golden walls. Of all its ghostly tales, none chills the bones more than the legend of the Headless Pig, a phantom born of blood and sorrow, trotting the same lonely lanes each October and spring, a silent reminder that the past is never quite buried in Devon's gentle soil.