” Ummmm, hi Dad” whispered Thomas under his breath. His Dad left the room and marched to the mysterious figure for information.” DONT TOUCH MY BOOK OK”? shouted Mr. Celings, Thomas walked towards the counter and stared at the book, it said “my special book of rooms”, he read it out load to himself many times.

Thomas flicked through many pages of scribbles and lines, until he came across a page with 10 drawings of dragons and castles. Old oil dripped from the walls, snakes slipped through cracks in the ceiling and sneaky slugs walked down the corridor. Thomas looked through the window to the outside world, he wondered if he should get out now before Mr. Celings comes back. Heavy thumps came towards him, a dark figure emerged from the darkness and a screech echoed through the hallway as loud as a motorbike going through a tunnel. Thomas huddled in the corner waiting what was going to happen next.