“I am Mike Whitlock”  he uttered, scanning Layla as she looked down at the floor. 

“This is my beloved stall. Beautiful isn’t it?” She was unsure what to say so she grinned anxiously. “This is my book of secrets” You may touch anything you like. BUT just not the BOOK!”

A few moments later, Sir Mike Whitlock vanished with a click behind the door. Layla was lonely. Unconcerned, she flipped the book open. On each page a new adventure awaited, there were pictures of galaxies, rides, skies ,rainbows and much more. This was where the adventure began.

Unexpectedly Layla took a pen and started drawing a dark garden. She drew a secret path that led somewhere but along with that, she drew the box of the unknown.

“Over here,” called the dove.

Layla shut the book and out of the blue she went along with it. She opened a door and she stepped not in a room but in a dark and gloomy garden. It was a sad and quiet garden, no noise, not even a bird call, all the flowers were dead and the squirrels were too tired to run up the trees. Then she noticed a path into the house  because there was no door. The weirdest thing had happened. It was the path that she drew the box of. 

Mr Whitlock’s book. Without stopping she ran down the path…

Her head throbbed like it never had before. The home had nothing, no clothing; no food at all; no bathroom; no living room; not even a wardrobe; NOTHING.

“Is anyone here,” Layla screeched as quiet as a mouse. Maybe somebody was here she thought, but there was no reply.

A few seconds later,she heard a creak. Turning round she opened the one door of the house. It was now she saw the thing: It had ebony eyes, a curled piece of hair; really long claws and a tail longer than a giraffe’s neck. She pushed the only door, and ran faster and faster but nothing was chasing her. She looked behind. Silence.

“I want you” whispered a voice