Dark Street
A wind kicks up around your heels, disturbing the gravel. A leaf softly dances around your hand before continuing down the road, beckoning you on. The road is dark and eerie, the few street lights that work are doing more to assist the dark shadows above than dispel them. Whatever the colours were in the town centre have now gone. This area feels… unchecked. Unloved.
The wind picks up, swirling around your hips – something wants you to walk, something needs you. It’s not scary, more that you feel whatever is going on here could blossom with the right spark. You tentatively head down, eyes scanning each door for something, ANYTHING that wants you… It’s here; the story is so close you can feel it.
You stop directly outside of a house with no lights- nothing on, nothing cast. Inky pools of black collect against its walls… and yet… and yet… hope. The door is calling you.
Straight ahead, however, the lights seem to pick up and pulse- it’s the town’s bar ‘Drunk Again’.
To your right, a small almost imperceptible side alley leads you back to the square, where a girl is dancing in the spotlight.
Walk right, to the town centre