On a dark and stormy night, all remained silent and no one was about. Streets deserted, all except for a rotten corpse lay decaying upon the blood splattered alley of Ensor Lane. Distinguished as the alley of death, Endsor Lane, lay the scene of a series of murderous endeavours since 1956. On the eve of Christmas 1956, A young girl of age 8, roamed upon the empty streets, upon reaching the edge of an alley, stretched her arms out across the cobbled alley walls. Lampposts displaying beams of delicate orange light upon the cobblestone streets behind her cast remnants of gloom in shades of black over the deepest charcoal of the alley beyond. Leaving behind obscured safety, the girl ventured deep inside the charcoal that encompassed the alley beyond. Upon entering, a forest of stone loomed over the girl, constricting her means of escape to the street left behind and the alley beyond. Pace quickening she continued to saunter further inside the depths of the stone forest, only pausing as beams of golden light from the lampposts ahead began to obscure her vision. In absence of conscious thought, the girl loosened her grip on the bag strung upon her back. Stride quickening, heart beating, a figure emerged from the dusk armed with a knife dripping with traces of red liquid that could only be described as blood. Approaching towards her the hooded figure
Her body lay like a ghoulish mannequin, oesophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing.
Along the blood splattered alley lay a dead corpse rotten to the bone, maggots
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