( So this is a quick story i made up, after reading up on Aleister Crowley & Jimmy Page. enjoy :) )
It was getting dark and sooner or later we pulled up on the drive way. He opened the door for me and held out his hand like a gentleman. I took his hand and led me inside. A strange feeling climbed over me as i took a step further in the house, the wooden floor boards creaked behind me. It was 11:30 pm and Jimmy went outside to smoke a ciggy,i ran up to him and grabbed his hand. It was eerie outside and silhouettes of trees towered in front of the bright gleaming Moon. Slowly i turned to look back at the house... but it had gone. In it's place was an abandoned graveyard with headstones that fallen over. A figure in the distance caught my eye, a Lady dressed all in black with pale white skin. The dark figure began to vanish and i turned back to Jimmy, but... he had disappeared! Shouting at the top of My voice, i called his name.A chill ran over my arms and back when i heard the faint sound of a clock chiming.It was midnight! . And i was left alone with people i had never met before. People from 'the other side'. I was left with... THE DEAD!
