Hangman's Alley Novels & Stories

The drive ended soon as the man pulled the brakes at the main door. It was a big Mahogany Door. Delicately designed with the beautiful wood art, though the patterns were beyond Callum’s understanding. There were two door lamps placed at either side of the door, hung up on the wall. Huge vases were placed on the foot with beautiful flowers, he didn't ever see or smell. The door opened again without him knocking and it creeped Callum. He felt his steps were being monitored. "Welcome Mr. James, let me take care of the luggage". A middle aged butler came forward to take the luggage.

We ducked sharply into this alley with cracked pavement; the smell could knock out a horse. “Keep…going… Mike!” I called out with my very dry throat, basically dragging him around a sketchy corner into a gap between two warehouses that look like they’re one good breeze away from collapsing. [Survival Mission: The Night of the Long Knives] [Time Left: 05:42:11] [Host Status: Toasted.] Heart rate: 145 BPM.]

She held her breath when she saw the green door and slowly exhaled in defeat when she reached out and opened it. The alley was dark, and the wind was still. The smell of rotten meat and sewer water was always potent in the alley behind the restaurants. “Once you’re in the car, my friends in there will pack up their things and join us. If you resist, they have instructions to kill the brunette energy packet that sat by the counter, and if they kill her, they must also eliminate any witnesses. Let’s just say that things will get messy.” They walked down the alley, and she saw the car standing with the headlights on by the street.