As I walk down this dark and dingy alleyway through this mysterious town I see old ripped stained and moth eaten rags and clothes hanging up high on a long string line that looks like it could snap at any moment!. The local pub the sword and shield sign is rotting and creaky wafting in the wind. I wouldn’t trust anybody down here. The people are probably pickpocket’s killers and thief’s. The market stalls full of disgusting rotten battered bruised fruit. The roofs of the stalls damp and dirty. Some of the roofs of the houses have tiles missing and Ivy sprawling all over. It is really spooky lit by Victorian lamps I feel scared and not alone. Any body could jump out and steal my belongings. Up ahead I can see stony bricks.It maybe the castle!
Created by Molly
