I kept on running and running twice as fast as a regular adult
would until I came to a dead end. Right there, I knew I had met my fete . . . . . . .
The Cave . . . .
My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking and my teeth were chattering so loudly that someone in England could of heard them. But suddenly it all stopped. I sat up slowly in bed , my brown shaggy hair flopped over my bright greenish-blue eyes . It was just a dream. My name is Jack and I'm 14 years old but anyone would say I'm 10. I live with my Mum, since my Dad went out one day and never came back, in an old cottage on the edge of a large town. I jumped out of bed and opened the door but I didn't see my upstairs hallway ; in front of me was the same cave from the dream! When I turned around again I saw the dark
