It had been a mild warn day.  five girls  played in Raven Wood Park of Raven Dale.

A local old village area, the sort that not many people know about. The girls were playing on the swings, on the slides and on the roundabout.

A gang of ten lads. all with back packs on their backs, came strolling through the park. The gang was made up of one 16 year old boy, three 15 year old boys, three 14 year old boys, two 13 year old boys and one 12 year old.

The leader of the gang was called Ali Hassan. He had been born in India, but had been brought up in England.He had long jet black hair, raven black eyes and was of medium build.

Most of his gang were the same, apart from the youngest member of the gang, who was skinny. Ali was black in skin colour, not brown. His mother was of African origins, her gene pool was more dominant than his father’s. Ali smiled as he saw that all of the girls were all wearing short, pretty frocks.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of pretty girls in pretty frocks. Let’s see what kind of pretty underwear you are all wearing.”

Ali’s gang all smiled as they began to surround the girls with no means of escape. In turn, each lad grabbed a girl, whilst the other boys began to rip off the girl’s dresses.

“Hey, this girl is wearing a pair of saucy, red satin knickers” remarked Paul Copperfield. He was an American, He was 15 years old and had short blonde hair and navy blue eyes.

“Hey this girl is wearing a cute floral print pair” remarked Chang Lee. He was Chinese, he was 14 years old and had short black hair, greased with hair gel, and he had jet black eyes.

“Boring.” All chorused the other lads uninterested. “Say, this girl is wearing a very cute pair of pretty frilly pink knickers.” remarked Mark Bentley in snickering delight.

Mark was the one who was skinny, but he was however, a spoilt posh brat that could even annoy a nun, Worse than that, he was also a perverted geek too.

Mark had short curly golden blonde hair, which made him look almost like Shirley Temple, he also had baby blue eyes.

All of the lads turned to look at the girl in question, who was forced to turn around for all to see It was not long before all of the lads did terrible and despicable things unto those innocent little girls.

After they had finished their terrible deeds, the lads had left them all naked. Mark had taken the pair of pretty, frilly pink knickers for his sordid collection.

He had put the knickers into his back pack. Then the lads had ran off, they had some place to be at and on time. The place in question was Hallows Manor, and it had the reputation of being one of the most haunted places in all of England.

But such claims had been debated, and there was no conclusive evidence either way, to prove or to disprove if the manor truly was haunted. The manor was in the middle of nowhere, with the only access to it being from a lone country road.

An investigative team of ghost hunters had gone to the manor, only to claim that the manor was utterly empty, which completely had contradicted other claims that it was a fully furnished, but abandoned manor house.

The investigative team’s evidence had been tampered with or so they claimed, but no one actually believed them. But one claim above all made by a an 80 year old man, had been the most wildest and the most outrageous claims of all time.

The man in question was called Henry Baxter, he had very white hair, but no beard to speak of, but according to him this was because of what had happened to him, his claim was that the house was evil, it was possessed by ‘Devil Dolls.’

They had been little girl dolls, who curse wicked naughty boys, he had been a boy once until he was turned into a little girl doll and that he had been that way for hundreds of years.

Henry Baxter’s claims had an obvious flaw, due to the fact of his physical age, when he had been questioned about this, his lame excuse was ‘Doll years are completely different to physical years.’

The dolls had released him after being such a good little girl doll for so long. Suffice to say that Mr Henry Baxter was not only disbelieved, but he had been put into a mental ward in Raven Dale General Hospital.