The Curse of the Image House

In Bunbury, where the yews lean like sentinels and the past clings to every stone, the Image House broods at the roadside, its walls a gallery of vengeance, its garden haunted by the gaze of carved accusers. Raised in defiance by Jasper Crowe, a poacher wronged and returned from exile, the cottage defied law and fate with each chisel mark driven into sandstone. What began as a night’s labour to claim land became a lifelong curse etched in stone, a silent indictment that still grips the village in superstition. This is a tale not just of revenge, but of legacy, cold, weathered, and watching.