A Word of Warning for the Reader

Dear reader,

If you ever need to be outside late at night, you have to avoid Dorton Alley at all costs. For when it becomes eerily quiet and you are the only one walking through the dimly lit place, not even the almighty savior can save you from the grim fate.

Maybe tired after a long day of work or drunk after a party—regardless of your condition, you cannot but be at least a bit startled when the lamp above your head begins to spark and almost immediately turns off. In a matter of seconds, with a spine-chilling feeling, you shall find yourself surrounded by uncanny murk. Your sixth sense will tell you that an ominous existence may have started to lurk behind you.

If you are half as pigeon-hearted as I was, you will start to run as soon as you sense danger. It is common human nature to believe that fleeing from every problem is the answer. Of course, attempting escape will be futile. You will frantically rip through the darkness only to find out even more. Meanwhile, the sinister being will slither closer and closer.

The worst part of all is—you will never know who or what ended your life, let alone the baleful reason behind it. You will be stupefied before long and your ears will be deafened by the terrifying shrieks of the trapped souls. Being forcefully drained of vitality, you will probably want to scream along with them in agonising pain. However, not a single sound will come out.

You may ask how I know so much or why I even bothered to tell you everything. Well, I am one of the unfortunate victims who have faced this dreadful situation. Only my thoughts still linger to warn others so they can hopefully avoid facing the same tragedy. Thus I expect you to listen to my advice.

Sincerely,

A concerned entity from afterlife

P.S. I would like to thank @Bird_Watcher for helping me spread this message.