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Enid Lane.

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.