The Old

House.      

"Come on, James! Don't

be a chicken." Peter started to do a clucking sound and moved his arms up

and down like some mad, demented chicken.

"No! You know mum said

not to go near that house. She said bad things have happened in there."

"Don't be daft.  All mums say that stuff.  No one's lived there in years. It will be an

adventure, James.  We might even find

some gold coins and become millionaires," Peter boasted.  James pondered this for a while and changed

his mind at the thought of becoming rich. 

Reluctantly he joined Peter in the front garden and the two boys crept

up to the front door.  The door was ajar

and Peter pushed it further open 

They silently walked inside

the dark creepy house “See James, you were just over exaggerating” Suddenly, a

deep voice whispered from a nearby room. “Let’s go and check it out” said

Peter. A mysterious creature was lurking behind the shadows.

“I am not so sure about this

Peter” said James “Don’t worry there is nothing to be afraid of it is probably

just some bird” They silently went through the corridor “Ah!” And that was

their last words…