Herne the Hunter, The God of the Hunt, The Specter of the Moors and Woods of Albion. He traverses the veil by hoof and by boot, but on those most Hallowed of Eves by Summer's End his Hunting Horn Shall call out and from the veil he comes.
If you look closely upon the moor, upon the Heath and Woodlands past the fog strewn hills and beyond the pale of church bells ring; you may see him, but not before he sees you.
Happy Halloween Everyone!