100 Word Challenge. Prompt #35 Rohan

It was Saturday the 30^th September, 1994, when Mr.Black and I were running down Chuckle Alley; the most feared place in town. We arrived at the gateway and we met another friend of ours. We turned to the left and saw another friend sprinting down the alleyway. When the gang was finally assembled we went into the Shrieking Shack.

We entered the Shrieking Shack. It was a damp, cold and gloomy place. It was filed with precious antiques, encrusted in precious gems. I’d heard rumours about the Shrieking Shack and that it was haunted. Apparently the souls of the past owners of the house are still here…