CHAPTER 3 

“Get up!” Exclaimed Don very early in the morning.

“There is no point getting up yet,” Whispered John, covering his ears with a golden, name plated yet somehow petrifying cushion. Don was determined to get out of the spacious, pretty but petrifying closet, on the other hand John hopelessly laid down in a number of pillows and blankets like a crisp packet that was on display for all to see but never opened.

“Get up you lazy log!” Screamed Don at the top of his lungs.

“I’m up now happy?” Questioned John, furiously since his slumber has been ruined.

“It’s not like we will get out of here,” Stated John.

“A screwdriver?” asked Don

John gave him the rusty screwdriver and Don frantically twisted it, in fact he twisted it that much that it snapped.

“That didn’t work, “both of them said. How about this door cutter. They cut a shape out and they escaped.