Hangman's Alley Novels & Stories

It’s not like she had anything to fear. Ten more minutes securing that night’s money and she was out using the back door that gave into the alley at the back of the bar. If people thought the front of the bar was creepy, then they hadn’t seen the back yet. The alley was nothing more than a narrow passage between two buildings. It was so narrow and cluttered with empty boxes and crates that it made it almost impossible to get through without stumbling. And to make matters worse, it was dark. There were no security lights, not even the natural light of the moon could make it through because of the way the buildings had been placed.

Timothy leaned into the grime of the brick alleyway, his lungs working like bellows. He’d seen plenty of transactional filth in Saati Town—desperate hacks, cold-blooded kills, and street-level hookers—but this was different. This was raw. It was high-stakes.

“That’s our cue Alpha, let’s see where granny is going” We did not have to follow her long, after just a few streets and a couple turns she pulled down a one way alley that we couldn’t follow her down without being seen. When we doubled back, we found she’d parked behind a small pub about midway down the alley. Going around to the street side of the pub we took a closer look at the outside of “The Galley”, it was white like all the other buildings, with bright blue lining the windows and covering the door, I wasn’t a fan of all the white and bright colors, but it did seem tamer than the bright orange trim of the souvenir shop on it’s right or the bright purple of a what appeared to be a salo

We slowly followed him, and he looked back at us with a smile. The alley was quiet and secluded, void of any living thing which gave it an eerie vibe. I felt uneasy, but I pushed it back, determined to see the end of this. All of a sudden he paused, and some hangers looking men began to creep out from different parts of the alley, surrounding us. There were three of them. “I knew something was up with this man.” Rhea hissed. “Let's stick together.” We stood close to each other, as we observed the men while also looking for a way to escape.

This was a thought shared by both Jake and Hunter Logan, ' something is off' They both thought at the same time. ... Yoldes followed behind the strange man from the Moonblood pack into the dark alley, wondering why they were heading this way. He didn't understand why they had walked out the front door of the pub, just to come all they way to the alley in the back. Nonetheless, he steeled his mind, telling himself over and over again that nothing could actually go wrong, as they headed deeper into the alleyway, walking past several... Adulterers and addicts. However, when they ventured deeper into the alley, Yoldes paused when saw two other guys standing by a dark wall, glaring intently at th

And the default was always Alley 4. I found it between a noodle place with a broken sign and a pharmacy that had burned out a long time ago. A gap in the buildings. No lights. The neon from the main road didn't reach past the first few steps. Into the dark. Wet ground. Old rubbish and rain. Water dripping from something broken above. Back to the wall, brass bar in hand, waiting. Ten minutes. The cold worked in slowly. Fingers went stiff around the bar. Street noise became a low hum behind me.

Feeling guilty that he had been suspicious of the woman before, Allen turned to look for a stick he could use as a splint. Only then did he spy, glistening amongst the decaying leaves, a long white human femur near to where they sat. Attempting not to let much of reaction show upon his face, as the woman’s identity began to dawn on him. Allen picked up a stick lying nearest him. Under the premise of breaking it over his knee, Allen cam to stand again. Still trying to remain poker-faced, his efforts were eventually thwarted, as he became aware of something creaking heavily in the trees above them. A cold chill rushing down his spine, Allen looked upwards. The light of the crystal revealing th

Looks like Uncle Cal has been slacking off, his niece was a master lock picker and Alice was sure there were a lot more tricks up her midget sleeves. It had been a hot minute since Hannah disappeared so Alice decided it was time to move again. She hopped down, cautious about what awaited her in the dark abyss. Her feet met the garbage crusted floor of the alley, it stretched out to end at a barely lit street, a street that she was familiar with. Which meant it was close now.

Hannagan’s Bar was a rough and tumble place that ironically sat on the corner of Blood Alley just north of town. The story went that back in the day the original owner PJ Hannagan threw so many drunkards out mid-brawl that cleaners had to come down every morning and hose blood from the laneway outside. Eventually, the lane earned the nickname Blood Alley and when old PJ passed away the City officially named it in his honor. It always struck Gabriel as a strange kind of memorial but made for a good yarn all the same.

An hour later Evelyn was walking down the alleyway leading to the underground gambling den. The alleyway was dark and narrow, the walls covered in graffiti and the ground littered with trash. A lone streetlight flickered at the end of the alley, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The sound of music and voices drifted from a door at the end of the alley, muffled but growing louder as she approached. A sense of foreboding filled the air, a feeling that something dangerous and illicit lay just beyond the door.