The library was abandoned and still when David got there. Not only had most of the classes finished for the day, but it was also Friday, and everyone had the little worlds that they needed to go into and live before classes started back up on Monday. He made his way back to the tables he usually used near the computers and made himself at home as David assumed he was going to be here until all hours of the night before eventually giving up on this spot, this “Alley” as a joke. He cracked his fingers and neck and sat down and got to work in front of the computer.
“It amazing.” After four hours, that was the only words David could manage at this titular moment in his life. He had searched through the school’s paper archive first as it was easy enough to access. He hadn’t been looking for three minutes before he found an article describing the Alley and the supposed powers it had over the people that saw it. It was written as a purely satirical piece, but there was almost a fear behind the words. For example:
“There can be no doubt that what was seen behind that restaurant that night was not supposed to be witnessed by anything of this world.”
Satirical, obviously, but there was something like steel behind the words, a warning could that dared not be said aloud lest something that was not supposed to hear it, listen in and find the speaker.
Then just a few minutes later, the town’s paper, a tad more severe on the whole, mentioned a “demonic feeling” behind the restaurant and advised the young not to go near it to be on the safe side.
Article after article. It was going back decades. Before it had been a restaurant, it had been a Five and Dime, a bar, an old feed stop for postal horses, and even an armory for the Crown.
This area, spot, whatever you wanted to call it, had been mentioned in every publication with two-hundred miles for the last five-hundred years, and that was just what David could physically find access too.
After five hours and three Red Bulls from the machines upfront, he sat back in his chair with page after page of evidence damning in its absolute certainty that there was something wrong with that particular spot in the Universe.
However, the most frightening thing was that almost all the articles, while explicitly warning the youth not to go near the place, gave near step-by-step instructions on what to do when you got there.
Excusing the vagaries in language over the centuries, the instructions were simple. First, all one needed to do was enter into that Alley with intent in your heart, then approach the spot on the wall, it is blackest one amongst the filth. Finally, you lay your hands on the wall with your desire in your mind, and you would get what it was that you desired.
David couldn’t believe it. There was no mumbo-jumbo, no “spell,” just intent. You needed to tell the spot what you wanted, and you would be given it.
He stood and stretched, the papers he had printed out scattering as he did so and making a general mess of everything. He looked down at one he had not seen before, it seemed to be from a story told by a clergyman around 1486 right here in the city of Speyer. The language had been translated serval times from what appeared Old German and Latin, and the English came across as awkwardly formal.
“Whosever in the times now or in the future approach the Devil’s spot, know then that at that moment the Hammer for you will begin to seek.