Chapter 2

Gingerly, Lincon peered round the street. Woodmania. It stood as still as a grandfather clock. A shout, someone was lost; they got closer and closer. Linconsens was still bathing in oil. His oil coated fur stuck to everything that got near him. There it was, number 407 Woodmania. Scared, they peered round every corner that they went by, seeing if anyone was near. Frosted leaves scattered the road making it slippery. Weeping willows diffused the fields; making it extremely hard to get to the other fields. He got to the front door. The glass was smashed in so he could unlock it from the inside. A massive dark oak door lumbered open as he pushed it. He was in.

Spectacularly, Robert and Lincon knew exactly where to find the special stone: the bathroom. They crawled up the stairs trying not to make a sound. The padlock jiggled as they were getting closer to the bathroom. Someone beat them to it. The sound stopped. Suddenly, they peered round the corner expecting a dark figure to appear in their sight. But no. Nothing. They went to the bedroom to try and get the key to the padlock. They searched through all the draws until they found the key. Glowing, the golden like key sparkled in the sunlight, reflecting into both their eyes. Robert took the key and unlocked the door. They had got it.

Curious, Lincon picked up the stone, it started glowing orange. It got hotter and hotter until it started to burn his hand. Robert swooped it out of his hands and stared straight in the middle of it. “Wow, I’m going to take that home with me” whispered Robert, not knowing he said it out loud.
“What?” shouted Lincon. “That’s my nans and she’s dead now” shouted Lincon in Roberts face. They walked out the house both wondering how much it was worth.
“Its probably so rare you can’t get another, you should sell it for millions” muttered Robert.

“Hello” whispered and icy voice. Robert and Lincon spun round recognizing voice, they carried on walking out the house until they got to the door again. “You have finally met your match” whispered the icy voice again. They turned round to see Robert’s dad. Aron. Yet this time it wasn’t. It was a shapeshifting monster. Suddenly, a loud screech ingulfed the room. It had clearly been hear before. The monster like creature knew its way like the back of its hand. Scared, Robert closed his eyes hoping that it wont hurt him. Something touched him. Lincon ran out the room trying to distract the creature. Dodging, Lincon made the creature fall down the stairs. But it came back up almost instantly.

A few moments later Robert and Lincon woke up to a massive pile of rocks. They had bumped there head so hard that it had made them unconscious, but they had woken up, now. “That little rat!” Exclaimed Robert. “Were never going to get out of here!” Sighed Robert. The door was locked with a 50 cm lock that was made out of pure steel. They both kicked at it but it didn’t even budge. In his head he said to himself ‘we can do this’. It inspired them. to kick harder, they kicked harder. Nothing. They heard cracking at the door just as they gave up. Light glinted through the cracks as the door started to get weak. They were free.