Men in Black,Week 25 by Eoin.

The door’s hinges opened reluctantly, creaking like an old woman’s joints. The black and not-so-white-anymore checked floor was coated in a thick layer of dust and grime. Massive oak stairs in need of vanishing had become riddled with gaping holes. I glanced over at a sign reading, “Candy Bar.”

“Fat chance of getting so much as a square of chocolate from there,” I muttered, dejected and underwhelmed by the place that looked so grand and magnificent from the outside, like Hogwarts or the like. I turned towards the door to be on my way when I noticed figures in jet black, hooded cloaks blocking my path. Suddenly a hand gripped my shoulder. An icy chill ran down my spine…

 

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