Where was he going? What was he doing? With all of his body shivering and shaking, sweat poured down his face like a waterfall making a damp, soggy and moist stain on the holey and dusty floor. Quickly, he slapped his hands over his face and flew them side to side like a wind-screen wiper and that's when he got a waft of his stinking odou. He was confused, he thought to himself; " why am I blindly following something I've never seen or heard of before all the way the bottom of the house!" Laszlo was massively scared of the dark and wanted to face his fears but was also afraid that this might be his last day, but then he just remembered that he was holding a big LED torch-light in his numb hand.

He carried on his fearful journey around his haunted house until the dark came to jolt and said "STOP!" Laszlo felt sick in the stomach when the word echoed around the house. There was an awkward silence before the dark sharply turned around and snatched the torch out of Laszlo's hand and said " Go upstairs and get the key that you've been hiding under you're pillow. GO!" Laszlo was shocked, he bit his lip in despair and got a little taste of his blood, he turned around and jogged upstairs again, it was 12pm so all of the house was dark however, he managed to make it to his room. Laszlo, who conquered some of his fear, reached under his pillow and took out the key and looked at it for a few minutes before realising that he had to return it downstairs, once he got downstairs the Dark said "open the door..."

Laszlo had never been in this room and now he realised why. Right in front of him was a majestic wooden and gold treasure chest coated in dust. Laszlo shuffled forward to it and new straight away that he had to unlock it with the other key, when he did the lid flew up and bright green souls shot out. After a few seconds, Laszlo got his eyesight back and realised that it was his parents..." Laszlo" they stuttered quietly and slowly