Death Alley.

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Death Alley

        “You coming over Death Alley tonight Lisa?” asked one of my best mates Amy as we banged into each other at the lockers. We have a habit of doing that.

        “Yeah, everyone is going!” I replied.

        It was Friday 13th, and we were going to Death Alley, an alley which everyone left alone on Friday 13th, everyone was too scared to go near it. It was a dark foreboding place with a eerie feeling around it. Tramps sleep in there apart from The 13th, even there are too scared to be there!

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        “I’m telling the story tonight, I’ll see you there at six!”

        By six O’clock we had all congregated outside Death Alley, there must have been at least 20 of us. Including George…the wild child.

        “Hurry up and tell the story Amy!” shouted Mark impatiently. He was jogging on the spot to keep himself warm. He never likes waiting for things, and is very bossy. That’s why he’s the captain of the schools football team.

        “Okay, Okay chill! Well, the story goes like this… On Friday the 13th in 1930, Elizabeth Jones was walking down this very alley. She was a rich ...

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