Coordinates: 50°39′43″N 1°18′11″W / 50.66187°N 1.30294°W / 50.66187; -1.30294
Gatcombe is a village and civil parish on the Isle of Wight. The Civil Parish is called Chillerton and Gatcombe. It is located four kilometres from Newport in the centre of the island. St. Olave's Church, Gatcombe was dedicated in 1292, serving as chapel to Gatcombe House. The Gatcombe parish was established in 1560.
A carved wooden effigy of Edward Estur, a local knight who fought in the Crusades, is in the church.
In 1907, a contract was signed that ensured that properties older than 1907 in Gatcombe and nearby Chillerton would receive free water, while newer homes receive it at a reduced rate. In 2009 Southern Water proposed that everyone to pay the same rate, claiming that the reasoning behind the initial pact is now invalid, as the costs for the original project have since been paid off.
Public transport is provided by Southern Vectis bus route 6, which runs between Newport and Ventnor.
Gatcombe is the name of several houses and places in England, including two in Gloucestershire.
Down into the dark I go
Armed with just a candle and then my soul
Cryptic messages written on the floor
Rats are nibbling at my feet, I send one off to nevermore
Too much darkness, spiders on my eyes
Webs are hanging from my thighs, the fatter ones must die
I see shadows walking straight and tall
I don't know how they move, dancing on the walls
Presence of fear, a presence so near
I wonder what could be so powerful beyond the dark
Human bones in little chambers
All along the narrow halls
Catacomb, death over life
Catacomb, am I here to die?
I see a light, I push some bones aside
Down into the dark I go, another chamber
A chamber with a glow
Could this be a doorway to another world?
Or darkness playing tricks, with my little mind?
The virgin Mary is standing tall
A full size figure carved in wood up against the wall
Her face is peeling from all the years gone by
Is it just a statue or is it what I'm looking for?
I break her face and see another one instead
The mummy's face appears as the bandages they fall
Dried out face with hate upon me gaze
How grotesque, the mummy wears a crown of thorns
From the empty sockets where its eyes should be
An entity of light is pouring out towards me
And then the sound
Jesus Christ, what have they done to you?
I'm running for my life, I'm running from the night
But it's so hard to breathe
The stench down here is much too much
Satan help me, help me God
Help me anyone, anyone who hears my cry of fear
Cold winds from far beyond the dark
Chasing through the catacomb and breathing down my neck
Human bones in little chambers
All along the narrow halls
Catacomb death over life
Catacomb, am I here to die?