Ali had been determined to prove for himself that Hallows More was haunted and he had roped his friends into joining him for an overnight stay there, hence the reason for the gang of lads carrying back packs on their backs.

The only quickest way to get to Hallows Manor, was a short cut through Raven-Wood Park, across Moore land, then onto the lone country road with the turn off point, a drive-way up to the manor itself.

As Ali and the gang now approached the entrance up to the manor house, they all looked on in fear and awe, as Hallows Manor was very Gothic in design, that it looked like it was the manor right out of The Adom’s Family Movie.

It had gone unusually dark, the very moment the gang had left the little girls all naked and in tears. It had only been mid afternoon and it had been a nice warm day, the sun had been out, the sky had been blue and there had been very few clouds aroun.

The sky had suddenly turned black, clouds had appeared from nowhere, heavy laiden, yet rain had not fallen, there was a cold air around the gang of lads, as they all went down the drive-way towards Hallows Manor.

There was a flank of big Gothic looking glass windows at the front, with a heavy set black Gothic looking door in the centre.

To Ali’s surprise there was curtains that hung down, he walked over toward one of the windows to see if he could see what was inside, but the closed curtain was one of those Victorian like heavy thick velvet red curtains, like the sort you get in theatres, as in music theatres.

Ali could not see through the curtains. “Say, someone find me a brick to smash this window with.” The gang gladly began to look around for a brick or anything that would get the job done, but to no avail, there was not a single solid object to be found.

“Sorry Ali, we have looked every where, honest and we can’t seem to find a blody thing.” Replied the gang in alarm. “What?” Ali gasped in utter disbelief . “Oh come on guys there has to be something around here.”

“There isn’t, we swear.”
Ali could hardly believe his ears, he sighed as he took off his back pack, then his waterproof jacket, which he wrapped around his right fist and he swung at the window with all of his might.

Much to his shock, the window did not smash, it did not even crack, Ali blinked in disbelief. “What? No way! That window should at least be broken.”

“Not so.” Uttered Mark pompously. “That is a good old fashioned solid crafted glass window, the sort that were made to last you know.”

Ali wanted to punch Mark in his smug arrogant little face, but decided against it, he went over to the front door and tried to open it or force it open instead.

Ali’s hand clasped around the the black carved odd shaped door handle with all of his might and he braced himself against the door. But no matter how hard he turned the handle putting all of his weight against the door.

It would not budge, or brake open. “What kind of a f… door is this?” Mark was only too happy to reply. “That door is of solid good craftsmanship, made to last, like the glass window.”

Ali turned to face Mark with a fierce stare. “One more remark like that from you Mark and I will see to it personally myself that you end up wearing those pretty frilly pink knickers that you have in your back pack.”

Mark looked as though he was going to burst out crying, but he didn’t. Ali let out a huge sigh. “Man this is disappointing, come lads, let’s go home.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Remarked Ian McMillan, he was 15 years old and he was Scottish, he had short brown hair and dark brown eyes.

“Yeah, let’s all go back home.” Agreed Mahamid Hassan, he was 14 years old and he was Ali’s brother, they both looked identical apart from Ali looked older, the gang of lads all turned around and began to make their way back up onto the lone country road, disappointed that there was no way into Hallows Manor.

They had not gotten all that far, when suddenly, those dark looming clouds burst wide open, streaks of lighting ribbon-ed across the dark sky, a heavy thunder roared like a demonic beast and a savage wind cut right through the boys heavily drenched, soaked wet through clothes.

“Quick… back to the manor.” Shouted Ali above the roar of thunder just to make himself be heard.

“But Ali, we can not get into the place.” Replied Roy Stevens, he was American, he was 13 years old, he had short Ash Blonde hair and Milk Chocolate Brown eyes.

“May I suggest something?” Asked Mark timidly, as he did not want Ali to carry out his threat “What?” Snapped Ali in anger. “There is the matter of the back door that we had neglected to try out.”

Ali just simply slapped his forehead in annoyance. “Darn, I should have thought about that in the f*** first place, come on.”

He shouted to his mates, the gang of lads followed Ali as they all made a mad dash back to Hallows Manor, they immediately went round to the back of the manor and sure enough, there was a a back door which was oddly blood red.