The sea mist drifts over a sleepy little English hamlet. There is silence. A small inn, a few houses, and there over in the distance, the remnants of an ancient forest. And a pit. But there is something else. A white clad lady, the victim of some horror in an age long past, laments her fate as she arises shrieking from the pit. If you only hear her, you may live to tell the tale. But... if you see her... The Shrieking Pit is a classic tale of theft, murder and intrigue in the traditions of... well just about every English crime writer you can imagine, but it also marks the beginning of a few traditions of its own.