“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 girl but very lonely and had many enemies. She thought she was better than most people in the town, because of her money. But she never came out the other end of the alley. The next day the police found her dead body down the alley. Ever since that night, Elizabeth would appear on the night of Friday 13th, down the alley, and kill her victims. So beware my friends, don’t walk down Death Alley on Friday 13th!”
There was a deadly silence among the group.
“I know what!” exclaimed George…the daredevil breaking the silence which shocked us all. He was the brave one out of the group. Nothing scared him. He was like a lion. His ice blue eyes glinted in the moonlight. “Let me see…ermmmmmmmmmm…Lisa and Mark! I triple dare you to walk down the alley…alone.”
“Yeahhhhhh we all dare you!”
“Okay we will! We’re not scared of that fairy tale are we Lisa!”
I just nodded. No way would I tell them that I was scared! I really didn’t want to walk down that alley! But we did anyway. We started to walk. Slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I could hear the others hooting behind us. It was pitch black. I could just about see in front of me.
There was a funny smell. What about if there’s a dead body down here now and that’s what I can smell? I was running a hand along the wall to make sure I was walking in a straight line. It was rough like sandpaper. My hand ran into something sticky. A spiders web.
CRUNCH!
Just a hard leaf under Mark’s shoe. There was rubbish all over the floor. The empty crisps packets and chocolate wrappers sounded like I was crushing rat’s bones as I stepped on them.
I grabbed Mark’s hand as we turned the corner.
“ARRRGGGHHHH! THERE SHE IS! THERE’S ELIZABETH JONES!”