“Are we nearly there yet. Mother?” I groaned wearily.
My parents and I were on a private jet travelling to cliffs in Thailand. As you probably realised I am a rich but adventurous twelve-year-old kid named Nick. Not long after, we finally arrived. I glared into the distance and I spotted a dreary looking, abandoned house. I couldn’t think of anything else but exploring that house.
“Nick don’t you dare go into that um eerie house!” snapped my mother.
“See you later” I replied menacingly.
As I shoved the door open it creeked perilously. As the door slammed shut behind me I thought there was no escape. It was as black as coal inside there and I was as pale as snow. Cautiously, I moved a few steps forward and I tumbled down into a hole. The smell was of damp and decay. My heart was beating like a drum. My shiny white teeth were clattering uncontrollably. I felt a little safer because I had a flashlight. In the distance, I heard a terrifying loud scornful laugh.
“Holy Cow! What was that” I thought.
To my own surprise, I kept walking forward. Down by the cliffs, my parents were worried sick.
“Should we go in?” my mother said while shaking.
“Of course not, he got into this trouble so he will have to get out of it as well,” answered my chubby pompous stepfather who was as arrogant as a cranky teacher.
But she didn’t listen to him. She darted across the field and when she reached her destination, the door was locked. Soon after I came to a wooden door half of its hinges. Courageously but carefully I opened the door and you wouldn’t guess what was inside…