Inside, it was eerily dark in some places and, apart from pigeons giving the odd warble above our heads, it was silent. The sort of worrying silence like when the principal stomps into the classroom to find out who has drawn the mad, crossed eyes on her photo in the entrance hall, and you’re so s...
‘You sure look spooky,’ I said with a shiver.Mister Lewis frowned. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked crossly. ‘Nothing has changed, except that I’m no longer alive. I’ve always looked like this.’ ‘Oops, sorry!’ I muttered. ‘Maybe it’s the hat.’‘Come along, young man,’ went on Mister Lewis, leaving a s...
Not that I’d ever been on a sinking ship, but I’m sure it gives out the same sort of panicky, whooshing sound. Beyond the trees we came to a rough track. I knew then that we really were back in the fourteen hundreds. We turned on our bicycle lamps even though the sky wasn’...