Joy Lane was anything but; it was the most desolate street in the whole of Benningfield and that was saying something. Ever since the mill had closed the place had just fallen apart. But the town still had its attractions.
The big house at the end of Joy Lane was haunted and therefore a favorite haunt of thrill-seekers on Halloween. An old man was supposed to have died in the house, of starvation, and kids went looking for him at midnight. But the only thing that was ever found was freshly gnawed bones on the stoop on November the 1st.