Fiction

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Daniel wasn’t scared as he walked through the tar-like darkness of the abandoned convent. It was the middle of the night - the witching hour. Daniel, Stephen, Barry and Cole had walked up the eight flights of stairs, one ladder and then a final steel staircase to reach their meeting place, many times before, and could now do it with their eyes closed. Although they were comfortable enough ascending the ominous building, they knew they had to be quiet and extremely vigilant walking through the desolate structure of the once glamorous convent of Notre Dame.
It had happened on more than one occasion that the four teens where caught off-guard by either some other weird lowlifes running into the building as a result of some stupid school dare, and on a couple of occasions they had to scuffle as they saw men in uniform entering the building with torches, and even dogs occasionally.
After the Sisters of Notre Dame moved out of the convent in 1972 the building was left empty until the army occupied the building from 1979 to 1993. Thereafter the building was vacated and left to vandals and "The Dark". It was hard to believe that where this building was once used to educate and to nurture, it was now used as the dwelling of The Dark. A place of dark worship...a place of spiritual torture and slow descent.
This time round the four made their way up all the flights of stairs and steel staircase without incident or interference. At the top of the steel staircase was a rusted steel door that leads onto the concrete platform where they usually had their meetings. For a second Daniel was startled when he had pushed the squeaky door open. On the other side of the door, on their little concrete platform stood a dark figure that Daniel had difficulty making out until he heard her voice.
'About time.' She said slipping the black hood off her head.
The four teens made their way through the door and Cole being the last pushed the door shut behind him.

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