Haunted Hearts

The team in charge of the gardens at Moorecroft Hall really believed they’d invented the idea a Grey Lady running along a haunted track, screaming for her husband to save her from the executioners axe, in order to draw in the punters on dark winter’s nights. But they were wrong.
Through chance, or a conspiracy of fates, the track along which they’d set their imaginary ghost to run really had been haunted. Haunted for longer than the house had stood. Haunted by a constantly recurring cycle of love, betrayal and murder, which had already continued for centuries, and seemed likely to be repeated ad infinitum, unless someone came along to break the cycle somehow. But was that ever likely to happen after it had been going on for so long? And if so how? Haunted Hearts. A supernatural love story.