Slowly, the curiosity got the best of Lazlo, the Dark was luring Lazlo in bit by bit with a cunning grin. Creak! Creak! the crooked, dusty and wooden stairs as Lazlo went cautiously down the stairs as it was too dark to even see a bug. Angrily Lazlo speedily ran down the stairs he didn't care about if he would fall, all the wanted to see was the Dark. Trembling slightly as Lazlo reached the stone cold floor, he was trying to go back but he just knew he couldn't turn back. "Quicker! Quicker!" Snapped the Dark with his croaky voice. Lazlo knew what would happen if he was caught...                                                                                                      

Tripping over something Lazlo managed to switch on the light. Still frightened Lazlo found himself in front of an old broken closet. Pleading to go back the Dark refused he was furious as Lazlo turned on the light and he was forced to hide in a shadow. "Go on, open it, don't be afraid." The dark murmured. Wanting to run away Lazlo knew he just had to open it, what could be in there? A person? A portal? what could it be? Lazlo reached out his shaking, bony and pale hands and tugged at the closet as it opened...

Suddenly, Lazlo wanted to scream but no, it was just a book! A long lost diary? Lazlo thought. Slowly Lazlo opened the book and gasped in fear. It wasn't a diary, it was drawings of an old family that probably used to live in this house, but wait, Lazlo recognised it was the Dark's family well that's what he thought. "You have found it. But what will happen next?" The Dark whispered. Lazlo shuddered in fright, he dropped the book and tried to run but the door was shut tight he was never going to get out... or is that what he thought?