The sun is setting, dusk rules the hills and plains. The Highland mist is creeping in, it does it every night, it has to. The sky will darken and the mist will turn to a heavy fog. There are secrets here, old secrets. Some come here to look, to discover the secrets. The fog obscures the vision and hides things. There are Legends. No one travels these hills and plains at night. The eerie sounds. People have gone missing. Too many motions in the heavy fog. There are Legends. There is something in these hills. More than large rocks, nooks and shadows. What is in these hills does not have to hide. It just walks out of the fog. The sounds are heard on the plains near the foot of the hills. Shadows can be seen, sounds can be heard. Sometimes it is felt, thats when Legends become truth. Something, long ago happened here. Something that brought the fog to cover and the sounds to be heard. The Secrets of the past are here. When the hairs rise, When the chill is on the spine, you know, Oh yes you do. There are Legends. All TG