Nobody comes here for an evening stroll. You never see a living soul here, and several houses stand empty without their residents. You won't hear the laughter of children or the chatter of teenagers; you won't eavesdrop on the conversations of passersby. No sound mutes this dead silence.
There's never any light here. The lanterns don't illuminate the path on dark nights. No one has managed to fix this issue. It seemed as if this place was cursed and destined for eternal darkness.
This seemingly abandoned street, frozen in a state of eerie stillness, bears the illusion of a forgotten past. However, the truth is more surreal — nothing ever happened here, and nobody ever lived in these spectral abodes.
The windows, like vacant eyes, stare into a void where memories were never etched. It's as if the very essence of existence bypassed this place, leaving behind only the hollow shells of buildings, untouched by the passage of time.
The streets, void of the imprints of human existence, seem to have never known the patter of footsteps or the whispers of conversations. The absence of life creates a haunting void. The silence, far from peaceful, becomes a disconcerting symphony of nothingness, echoing through the empty spaces.
The very lack of history, of stories etched into the walls, becomes a source of dread, leaving an unsettling feeling that one is standing at the threshold of a reality that defies understanding.
But finally, even the quietest and darkest place sometimes awakens after a long slumber...
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Dark Lanterns Lane
Teen FictionIn this area, the lights never come on, there are no visitors, and it's always dead silent. The houses stand empty without residents, and no one wants to buy a home here. Twelve-year-old Luke Campbell suffers from loneliness - he has no friends, an...
