Dartmoor; it's always been a place of myth and legend, but is
there something else lurking out here, something very real? Henry
Knight certainly thinks so.
Do you know Dartmoor? It's an amazing place, it's like nowhere
else. It's sort of bleak, but beautiful. After Henry's mother died,
his dad and he used to go for walks and every evening they would go
out onto the moor…
- Okay, skipping to the night his dad was violently killed -
It was at a local landmark called Dewer's Hollow, termed after
the ancient name for the devil, and Henry claims he saw the devil
that night. It was huge with cold black fur and red eyes. It got
his dad. Tore at him and tore him apart. He can't remember anything
else. They found him the next morning, just wondering on the moor.
His dad's body was never found. Was it a dog, wolf, or genetic
experiment?
Because Dartmoor's also home to one of the governments most
secret operations, Baskerville, the chemical and biological
research centre, which is said to be even more sensitive the Porton
Down. Since the end of the Second World War, there's been
persistent stories about the Baskerville experiments; genetic
mutations, animals, grown for the battlefield. There are many who
believe that within the compound, in the heart of the ancient
wilderness, there are horrors beyond imagining. But the real
question is, are all of them still inside, or did Henry see one
that night twenty years ago? He was just a kid and it was dark, but
he knows what he saw. He knows what killed his father.
His dad was always going on about the things they were doing up
at Baskerville, about the types of monsters they were breeding
there. He was only seven years old when both his parents died and
his therapist Dr. Mortimer, thinks his story is all down to a
childhood trauma masked by an invented memory. She's the reason he
came back to Darmoor, apparently he has to face his demons.
He went back to the hollow on her advise, but it's a strange
place Dewer's Hollow, makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid… and
then he saw them, the footprints, on the exact spot where he saw
his father torn apart. They were neither a man's nor a woman's…
they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!