I paced down the deserted street, clutching my silken ruby red cloak round my shoulders. The rusty gate creaked on its broken hinges of the mansion facing opposite me, grey (which had once been white) paint peeling down on all sides. I knew I shouldn't, but there was such an desperate feeling inside me. I swung the door open rushed upstairs disturbing layers of dust and cobwebs to the 12th floor where like the rumours had said, were millions of diamonds, gold and all! Oh no. I should of remembered! I had disturbed the zombies of the nearby grave, they were gaining on me... ahhhhhhhh!!!!