The Dark Alley

A young boy turned from the bright streets to an eerie alleyway to his left. The gloomy shadow was just centimeters from his quivering finger. He was walking home from his first day of school; all he had was a map with an X in the middle to show where he lived and a circle where the school was. The people he knew at school had told him he was a chicken but all he's ever been was timid. Going to a new school hadn't been easy for him. For his shyness and stuttering in front of class, he got laughed at and shamed whenever he'd try to approach someone. He over-heard some of them speak of a spooky alleyway next to the Granny's Memorial Flower Shop and the local dairy. This is exactly where the boy was standing; next to the flower shop and the dairy, directly in the middle. Curious was the boy, but he knew it felt wrong. He reached with his nervous finger towards the ominous gloom and touched it. A sinister sensation was felt throughout his entire body; the shade was wrapping a cold blanket around his warm finger. He pulled his finger away. What if he went down that alley? Would he finally have friends at school? Girls? Boys? He didn't care what sort of friends he had; he wanted someone to trust with all his soul. If he told everyone that he conquered the dark alley, he could be the hero of the school. What a way to turn over a new leaf! He smiled for the first time in the town and bravely walked into the darkness.

Cobwebs and moss covered the walls. No light was shone in the alley at all. The sickening stench of slimy drain spray covered the hall to submerge a sinister scene. The boy's courageous grin soon turned into whimpering frown. The darkness took away the boy's determination... just about. He had to keep going, to become more of a person he needed to stand up for himself. The alleyway was distant, cold and menacing. It was like being trapped in a nightmare, the only way to get out is if you moved forward. But as each step he took led him deeper, he got more scared. A nearby drain was spraying a toxic liquid into the boy's face. He cringed as the unpleasant smell of sewage found its way up his nose and into his lungs. Moss was dangling off an old rusty power line that fell off in a storm a long time ago; the slimy weed brushed the boy's as he rambled to the end. Yet he carried on. By now the boy was desperate to get out alive but the entrance was only as small as a flame on melted candle wax. This worried him, was he ever going to get out alive? Will he be a hundred years old before he made it to the end? Thoughts intimidated his actions; will he turn back or carry on? But a paranormal force pulled his soul deeper into the alley. Nearly at the end of the dark alley, the boy's steps felt like falling cliffs. Down the steps he went, he began to hallucinate and hear ghostly voices until at the end he saw a coffin. A plaque had the following words inscribed:

Here lies the monster of Edinburgh. Leave whist you have your soul or it'll become the fiend's key to your life for eternity.

His heart slowed, there was nothing but silence. He tried to take a step back but he tripped and fell backwards. He looked back up at the coffin, it was eerily silent. Suddenly a black shadow leaped from the out of the coffin. It was the shape of a huge leopard, but the main thing that caught the boy's eye was the pure white sabre-like teeth and the devilishly-red, narrow eyes. It roared in terrorization and pounce onto the young boy. All you could see was his quivering finger. It then stopped; church bells rang in the distance. The boy had fallen through the black leopard's dark shadow. No trace of the boy had been found. When he disappeared from the surface, he was instantly forgotten like he never existed.

                                                                               The boy was no more.