When Barry and his wife Catherine decide to get out of the city for their Easter holiday, they set their eyes on the village of Sluff. Lying deep within the rural county of Essex, Sluff seemed like the perfect get away for anyone looking to escape the rat race. With its bleached white cottages, and small country church, it is the living embodiment of a quaint English village.
But such places often have long histories behind them, and Barry and Catherine are about to discover that Sluff is no exception. For over a thousand years ago a battle took place upon the hills surrounding the village. Fresh from their victory at Hastings the invading Normans quickly looked to wipe out any Saxon resistance. They showed no mercy to those who would not submit to their will. And it was at Sluff that one such massacre took place. But while Historians recount one version of events from that day, the locals tell of another.
There are stories passed on from one generation to the next that recount how upon the evening after the battle, the dead men had arisen from where they lay, and had taken their revenge upon their murderers who camp below. And to this day those same men still lie below the blood-soaked ground, awaiting the end times when it is said that they will once more rise from their graves, and take back the land that is rightfully theirs.