11

WILLOW

Waiting in the subway for an hour, Allison, who volunteered to pick me up, arrived with a bag of chips. We hopped on a train to the other side of town, now rebranded as Good Luck Alley from its former name, Greenwood Alley – a change that intrigued me given its previous reputation.

"Hey Allison, can I ask you a question?" I inquired.

"Shoot." she nodded, handing me some chips

"Why do they call this place goodluck alley?" I asked she slowly nods her head sideways.

"You don't wanna know" she says

"Oh come on, I wanna know please" I whimpered like a five year old.

"They call it Good Luck Alley because, well, good luck trying to get out alive," Allison replied, sending a shiver down my spine.

"And we are walking." I panicked while she snorts laugh like a pig at my discomfort.

"I'm joking, relax. This place doesn't get worse than it already is by midnight, and it's only nine, so we're safe for now," Allison reassured, the last part delivered with a mischievous attempt to spook me.

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