Come closer, mortals, we wish to tell you a tale of tube-flavoured terror…
Knit the City have a special love for underground London. In our formative days each of us were beckoned into shady underground doorways by our mysterious hooded mentor. There we were relentlessly trained in ways of the yarnstorm while we spent our days and nights in Knit the City’s secret underground wool-lined bunker.
This makes us all the more aware that sometimes, when the barrier between good and evil weakens on certain nights of the year, the evil and horror that lurks under London likes to creep out into the city and do unspeakable things to unsuspecting passers by.
We are stitch-struck wool-weaponed watchers of the London below your feet. We felt it was our duty to warn you. A stitched sign that something sinister sits in the city’s shadows.
Screwing up our courage, thowing in a handful of ghoulish ghost lights, and keeping our sharpened DPNs at the ready we yarnstormed one of London’s most haunted entrances to the underground – the rust-ravaged gateway to the empty echoes of abandoned Aldwych Station on The Strand.
Since the 1800s Aldwych has been a gallery, a chapel and a theatre. It is home to the soft sinister shimmer of many ghosts.
On this Halloween Night it was the setting for Knit the City’s Gate of Ghouls…
Pay heed to the woolly warning of the Gate of Ghouls, good people of London. You never know what is looking up when you’re not looking down…
For Halloween tales of yarnstorming horror straight from the Yarn Corps fingertips see:
Deadly Knitshade’s Attack of the Tubeline Trolls
The Fastener’s Crocheted Creeps