I woke up with a start. There was a loud thud outside. I pulled the covers over my head, trembling. With all my courage I tiptoed out of bed, went downstairs and opened the door. It was a cold night and my breath was visible I walked across the garden, the frost crackling under my weight. I saw something glint from the corner of my eye. I ran over. It was a key, a rusted old forgotten key. Then I heard the thud again behind the bush. A brown chest stood there. The trees around the box seemed to whisper the same word over and over again “Open”. That’s when I knew the key was important
Conall
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