The Old House continued...

They silently walked inside and as soon as they did, the door shut. “So where do we go now Peter?” James said. “Aww don’t worry let go through this corridor,” replied Peter not helping. “Well ok Peter but this house sounds like one my parents have been talking about,” James answered. The two boys crept across the corridor and entered a room with a large portrait of what looked like someone holding a torch. Peter and James both screamed. “AHH!” They don’t know what scared them but they ran. Peter and James didn’t know where they were running to though. “So have you changed your mind about coming here?” replied James sarcastically, still running. “Uh no?” Peter lied. Fortunately, they found a room, partially barren. It had plaster dangling off the dry walls and a cupboard no bigger than the children. “Hey James, let’s go hide in that cupboard,” Peter whispered. “Ok Peter,” James trembled. They crept in the creaky cupboard. Suddenly, James and Peter heard footsteps. They were getting closer. And closer. Then, “April fool’s!” It was James’ dad. The boys’ mouths hung from their face. “Right, let’s get this place refurnished as it’s our new home!” James’ parents said. “Mum Dad!” James said, a bit queasy.