Samain — Meg Elizabeth Atkins

From the moment he walked through the summer stillness of the early morning to take possession of the house his aunt had left him, Henry Beaumont knew that Marchstearn was no ordinary village. It was dominated by an avenue of prehistoric stones and networked by the ancient mysterious trackways known as leys. Henry's aunt, whom he had never met, had been no ordinary woman. He becomes woven into a strange pattern of events as the date draws closer to October 31st. This is the night the ancient people call Samain, when the dead walk amongst the living.