Lazlo placed his soft, shivering hands on the cold, stiff, old handle of the basement. then he thought again "should I go in" his temptation said yes but his head said no. he just pushed through his fear and stepped in then ,the door slammed shut behind him. turning hid head around realised he made the wrong decision and that there was no turning back. he stepped down 1 step and a big gust of wind knocked out all the wind out of him. as he clasped onto his knees he trembled down the creaky steps which made the dark happy. Lazlo tried to pull himself onto a big chest of draws and "bang" the dark threw Lazlo back at the stairs.

"yo-you monster" cried the boy. then it came to him the dark tried to protect the chest of draws which made Lazlo want to open it. he jumped up and ran towards the draws the dark kicked him away but he didn't give up. at the corner of his eye he saw a bat to protect him self but little did he know the dark never gets hurt. he charged at the draws and collapsed, the dark laughed as hard as he could. he saw the out line of the darks head, it was turned around so Lazlo tiptoed to the draws.

he opened the first nothing there; the second nothing there; then the third nothing there then came the last drawer just before the dark could throw him away Lazlo opened the last drawer. a big flock of air slapped Lazlo's freckled cheeks he go so scared: he remembered what the dark was capable of. then the dark sighted and told Lazlo what was in the drawer: spirits of the old ghost which could take over every single soul in the world. Lazlo realised the dark was trying to protect him. Lazlo was as scared as a mouse trying to run from a human. he knew he was the one who ended the world