Every year on Friday the 13th in a small village in England, it’s believed a shallow ravine will swallow your soul. Scattered on the ground are the freshly spit out bones of the rivers latest victim. It was to the point that if anyone dared to travel this night wouldn’t be coming back. Signs were placed down Dead man's street “Go no further for your death awaits beneath the waves. If they did not heed the warnings surely they would have a swift death. Everyone in the little village knew when the smell of mint and if tiny spiders appeared the river had claimed another soul. Needless to say people were afraid that down by the river on a Friday night in the pale moon light was not the time to request a walk by the river side.