2. What would my Mum think? thought Chris. Of course shed be worried but also extremely angry if she found out what hed been up to. He knew he shouldnt be here. He knew he shouldnt be alone. My friends certainly wont tease me again! he considered. Not if he could get proof that he had been in the Haunted House. The Haunted House By K. Broad

3. As he peered into the stale smelling room, the silvery moonlight shone brightly in through the small, narrow window. The pane of glass was cracked and covered in dusty cobwebs, but he could still see clearly, as if it were day. He scanned his eyes from one corner to the other, looking for any signs of danger. Oddly enough, apart from it being rather dusty and old fashioned, the room appeared to be much more homely than he had expected. Whats all the fuss about? wondered Chris.

4. Chris felt his heart beating fast and every pulse seemed to be making him shake from head to toe. He was afraid, yet strangely excited. What will I find? What will my friends think? Will they be impressed? he wondered. With his heart pounding furiously and his hands trembling with anticipation, he plucked up the courage to step further inside. He pushed the door open slowly. It creaked, a long low creak that seemed to go on forever. Breathing deeply, he moved forwards.

5. Inside, he could now see a large doorway with two doors, one either side. The hallway led straight ahead, into the room he had anxiously examined only moments earlier. Looking up through the broken window, he could see the moon. It was a full moon and against the blackness of the sky, it looked like a torch. A torch that was shining down upon him. It made him feel safe and strangely protected from the dangers that might face him in this old, and supposedly haunted house.

6. He noticed that the hallway had an old fashioned hat stand standing proudly next to the door on the right. I dont expect that has been used for a long time he thought to himself. Chris then turned his attention towards the other door. It was ever so slightly ajar. I wonder if someone had left it open Chris thought. Had someone come in here before him? He stopped and listened intently, in case he could hear anything from inside the mysterious room. Chris was starting to breathe heavier and his palms were sweating with fear. The stillness and silence of the old house had swallowed him and he stood motionless outside the open door. Should I turn and run, or am I braver than that, can I go into the dusty forgotten room? Chris considered to himself.

7. Chris bravely walked towards the door. It was a bit more of a tip toe than a walk really. He felt as though his heart was pounding loudly enough for all the world to hear him there. He reached out slowly to grasp the door handle. Suddenly, Chris heard a muffled thud. It came from inside the room. Chris froze. What was that noise? Or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me? He waited there silently for it to happen again, but it didnt. After a few minutes Chris decided that he had to continue. His curiosity was too much for him to bear. He had come this far. He had to explore the rest of the house, although he wasnt sure what the house had in store for him. What if it really was haunted? What if I never make it out alive? he wondered.