It was a dull, wintry Friday and I sat looking out the window in class daydreaming because I was looking forward to the weekend as my parents had told me that we were going to stay with my grandma in Wales for the weekend

  When I stepped onto the pavement it was still pouring down with rain and also getting dark. I got my coat out of my bag and put it on. I set of down Bens street onto the main road. I ran as fast as I could down the road until a bus drove past through an enormous puddle making me look like a drowned rat. I felt like crying. But I couldn’t, I had to carry on or else I would not get home in time. When I reached the park it had gone totally dark but at least there was lights in the there. Then I reached the bandstand and I had two options, go along the short path or the long path. I chose the short path of course. After about five minutes I reached the end of the path and I realised why nobody went the short way, The Unlit Lane. I stood there as still as a statue with the wind whistling in my ear and I remembered all the stories I have heard about the ghostly goings on. I was told that people had seen a ghost of a Victorian girl who was to been knocked over by a horse and cart. People say that they have heard the click clack noise of the horse’s hooves on the old worn cobbles. Should I carry on or should I go back I said to myself. So I grabbed my mobile out of my pocket to phone my mum to pick me up but then I realised my battery was flat. So I’d have to carry on.

  As soon as I stepped onto the cobles of the unlit lane I felt something strange come across me. I looked around I could see all the deserted old Victorian terraced houses boarded up and the rubbish pilled high on the pavements. The smell of sewage was so disgusting it turned my stomach. I pushed myself to walk past the burnt out cars and empty beer cans. I looked down the lane; there was a light at the end. It didn’t look far away.

  I could hear dogs barking in the distance and owls hooting in the trees. If I listened hard enough I could here the faint sound of the cars speeding down the road in ahead of me. The all of a sudden I could hear click clack click clack click clack getting loader and loader. I realised it was the horse and cart, my heart started beating like a drum. I quickly looked around but I couldn’t see anything. I became terrified and panicky so I started to run and then I heard a crunch. I looked down it was a broken bottle. The broken glass winked at me. I carried on cautiously running towards the light at the end of the lane.

  While running I could smell fumes from a fire, it was coming from

A house that was boarded up, but I could see there were people inside. I tiptoed past the house as quiet as a mouse hoping nobody would here me. I got past but then I heard the click clack click clack again but only for a second then I felt some thing cold touch my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I spun round but there was nothing there. I froze. I didn’t know what to do so I just ran as fast as I could towards the light but I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Then all of a sudden without me knowing I was out and in the light.  

  I felt like crying with relief. I had done it. I ran down the brightly lit road to my nice warm home. I rapidly placed my key in the door and slammed it shut behind me. I looked at the clock and it was eight, I had made it. I went into the front room and my mum told me to quickly have a shower and get ready because the taxi would be here in a minute. I just felt relived to here my mums voice again. I rushed up stairs and had a lovely warm shower and got ready to go. The taxi came and we set of to Wales. On the way we passed The Unlit Lane and I felt so glad that it out of the lane. But I have to admit I feel curious to know were the ghosts real or were they a figure of my imagination.