Looking behind me I saw a ghost in shiny armour with an axe chasing me. I hid in a bedroom and the ghost switched off the light and let scorpions out of their cage. The scorpion’s tail was golden. I wanted it so bad. Then a door creaked open and two red eyes peered round the door. Then I scented food. I went down the stairs and saw a vicious dog guarding the food fit for a king. There was a roast dinner waiting for king Author  that died 1,000 years ago.