Evil Manor stood  silent slowly.   Anxiously, mill stared up to her uncle’s study but there was no familiar light burning.  Outside the autumn leaves spilled around and around across the driveway and the skeletal trees were like jagged cracks in the sky. Mill tugged out her keys and unlocked the door. The door pushed open it felt cold and warm at the same time.  It also felt unwelcoming.  Inside there was nobody in the house so she decided to go in and she heard weird noises.  Inside the house it was like as black as black paint and the walls were all dirty.  There was one class and one bathroom with lots of people everywhere.

Mill and Mila tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom.  Stormy walked around and was looking for secret stuff.  Inside her room Mill was pleased to find everything that she was looking for.  Her books and pencils were sitting untidily on her table from when she was last using them.  Her pictures and photos of herself were on the wall above the table in the corner of her room.  With a sigh of relief, she could see her bedside clock.  It was safe!

Curious, Mila picked up the clock and looked at it for a second then decided to open the back.  Inside, there was a picture that she didn’t expect to see.  It was a photograph of her as a baby holding a picture of a sky-ship that her dad had drawn. Shocked at what she had found, Mila couldn’t even speak.  Mill was really excited and screamed so loudly, “Wow, I can’t believe that we have found this.  If your dad invented this sky-ship we would be really rich… and people would really want to take the sky-ship from us and pretend that it was there ship all along so that they could get all the money.  No wonder he has enemies.

“Give me that ship, now or you will regret it!”, came a loud, mean voice from the doorway.  Swirling round Mill and Mila gasped.  Instantly, Mila recognised her father’s uncle, David.  Mila knew that he was not a kind person.  He grinned at Mill and Mila trying to be nice but she knew he couldn’t be nice.  Oh Mila, he said, I remember you when you were a little baby and your dad when he was just a kid.  I’ve been waiting for you to lead me to your father’s design.  I knew he had hidden it somewhere.  I’ll take the sky-ship and you will not be getting it back.  It belongs to me, he sneered, taking the drawings away from Mila.

A few minutes later, the bedroom started shaking.  Mill and Mila were terrified because they were now locked in the room.  They screamed for their lives but none could hear them.  Everywhere was blocked, the windows, the door and all the walls became their prison.  Uncle David had disappeared.  The wicked man, whispered Mila.  He has double-crossed my father.  We’ll never get out of here, muttered Mill sitting down on the cold, hard floor that was still shaking.  Oh yes we will said Mill determined not be outwitted by such a scoundrel.  We are going to escape and get the drawings and rescue father.  Good luck with that, mumbled Uncle David, so quietly that Mila could not hear him.  Staring at the floor he could feel a sense of dread.