It was a chilly morning. Millie stepped in front of the garden shed and took a deep breath. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a golden key. Then Millie pushed the key into the keyhole. She stepped inside and found it Tidy for once. As she went in further the door slammed shut behind her. Millie spun around squinting at the dark door. She tiptoed across the wooden floor minding where she stepped.

When she reached the door, she shoved it thinking it would open. CREEEK!
“Hello. Who’s there?” questioned Millie. There it was again. She searched for the shed key.

She found her phone in her pocket, instead, and turned the torch on. What she found was awful; her old CD from singing at school, she hated it, so she crushed it with her foot. Then her torch flickered the hairs on her neck raised until she felt it on her jumper.

Then the door swung open, she felt like she couldn’t move. Luckily, it was only her dad trying to see what she was doing taking so long to get a spade.