.The creepy night in the museum.
BY LEO TUCKER.

Clunk! The spooky triceratops all smashed the almost crumbling metal box. The soldiers shot their way out of unbolted, organised glass tubes. As I darted around the colossal, creepy museum and saw that the mankins spaced out around their boundaries circling anything with bandages. Then one manikin excitedly jumped onto a horse and into another metal wall. “Is this a hallucination or not. I wonder? Oh no! Phew, now the abandoned museum is straight back to what it was, I think? Okay it isn’t... but that cracked bridge wasn’t there!” Creek. Smash! “ Now that’s gone down the lava hole! Phew, at least I didn’t fall in there. Who am I?”

The end! Or is it?To be continued?