It was a chocolate brown room full of  talking teacups. He stepped inside his heart and was pounding fast as a racing car. The room had everything you might need: a cracked  teacup pouring walnut  coloured chocolate, and a rainbow chipped cup, and plates and a tiny kitchen with blue teacups and a table set for two.something next door and it wasn’t exactly using footsteps. It was a strange hissing sound, He peeped next to the widow. He  heard the sound again. Looking around, he pushed the door as hard as he  could. It  was then that he saw it; a very large belly with a crooked hand and enormous hat on his head, eyes peering towards me, He dashed back towards where the door had been. There was nothing there except darkness comeback, hissed a voice behind