The Old House.
“Come on, James! Don’t be a chicken.” Peter started to do a clucking sound and moved his arms up and down like some mad, demented chicken.
“No! You know mum said not to go near that house. She said bad things have happened in there.”
“Don’t be daft. All mums say that stuff. No one’s lived there in years. It will be an adventure, James. We might even find some gold coins and become millionaires,” Peter boasted. James pondered this for a while and changed his mind at the thought of becoming rich. Reluctantly he joined Peter in the front garden and the two boys crept up to the front door. The door was ajar and Peter pushed it further open.
They silently walked inside. Suddenly, the lights went out and the door slammed shut. The boys felt something dark and mysterious surround them.
James screamed and shouted “IF I DIE YOU’RE GETTING THE BLAME”.
“Don’t worry,” smiled Peter, as he shot out some spider webs.
“You never told me you were spider man!” gasped James.
Peter grabbed James and using his spider webs, swung him safely out of the old house.
“I didn’t tell you because I like to keep my identity secret.” said Peter.
“I promise never to tell anyone,” replied James.
By Ibrahim