Sounds innocent enough.
Backyard access to homes in your standard residential neighbourhood.
Bituminised road. Pot-holed. Bedraggled. Innocuous.
Daily, residents access their garages, deliveries are made, walkers take shortcuts.
Nightly, it is avoided. Do not be out at night.
There is hearsay, myth, legend. About a corridor, passageway to a hinterland.
Stories whispered in coffee shops, in pubs. Tales passed within families.
Deal with the devil. Souls signed away.
Riches and pleasures await … for some.
For the rest, the deal’s gone wrong … End Lane.