Lonely, Peter jumped down the stairs expecting not to make a noise…CRASHHHH! the fragile vase smashed onto the cold wooden floor.

Peter bolted to the door and slammed it shut.

“ That was a close one.” Peter muttered to himself running towards the abandoned circus.

50 minutes later he arrived, panting nonstop.

He strutted into the old dusty circus where he last saw the chest full of gold.

Rummaging through the  circus equipment Peter found himself lost in colourful tent.

“ HELLO THERE LITTLE BOY, IVE BEEN EXPECTING YOU!!!!”

Peter legged it out of the tent only seeing the crippled clown suit of a demon.

Branches whipped at his feet and leaves stuck on to his coat!!

When he got to the road side he realised he wasn’t being chased and more.

There was only red curly hair with blood red lips!