Mystic Museum

Prologue

There is this creepy place on one ever goes. Very few people know of it. This strange place is called The Mystic Museum.

Even though there are marvellous models. Even though there are exhilarating agricultures. Even though you can put your hand on the chilly stonewall of the Museum and your heart feels warm. Even though there are fairy lights strung across the celling. Even though the lovely smells from the café’s fish and chips waft through the door. Even though there are spectacular skeletons.

However, on one ever dared to enter because the heavy acacia door always seemed to be under lock and key. The windows are crisscrossed with ion bars. Not a human body entered the Museum that was until Aly.

Chapter 1

The Book

Aly was never in his house apart from mealtimes. He just felt the pull of adventure more than the pull of his aggravating family. Aly was always wondering around the rain stained streets of Edinburgh in search of adventure. However, today was different; his mother – Clara was horribly sick. The doctor had come, said Clara needed sleep more than ever, and Aly should get her some pills from the chemist. Aly agreed to this so started climbing down the spiral staircase of the block of flats at speeds he did not even know he could go.

Once he was out of the flat and into Cocktail Street Aly crossed the road at a run. All the while, he thought of his mother and if she would soon be fit again.

Aly ran and ran passing though dark, grey alleys, bustling streets and busy markets. Just one more corner to go until he came to the chemist. Aly turned the corner and in his wake, a small, mossy building with Chemist entitled on the musty wall. Aly noticed a large notice on the door; it read Closed. “Dang!” Raged Aly bashing the hard oak door, “I could have sworn the chemist is open on Saturdays.” Then all of a sudden, Aly caught site of a shop he’d never see before; it had darkened, brass windows and what looked to be a heavy acacia door. Aly’s fury vanished; it just all looked so interesting. He walked over to the mystery shop and peered through the dimed window – what he saw inside was astonishing; there were fairy lights, the statue of Liberty, Mosasaurs skeleton and a frighteningly strong smell of fish. Aly had never seen anything like it, and how did the Statue of Liberty even get in the shop? It was just to mind blowing. Soon Aly’s curiosity got the better of him and he found himself stepping through the door….

Inside Aly found that, the walls were yellow and blue. It was all very strange, too strange he thought. There was no one at the desk, but a heavy, brown book lay open on a nearby table. Aly jogged over to it and read the title – Mystic secrets. “What the?” he said aloud. “Who dares enter the Mystic Museum?” Said a stony voice from behind a velvet curtain.

By Woody