Museum

As the boat loomed closer to the rocky island Darell yelled for help. Soon enough the ‘Wild Turnip’ would crash into the rocks and…

“Ahh! Help me!”

Darrel found herself on her bedroom floor and sighed in relief. Phew. Only a dream she thought. She got dressed, munched her breakfast and was about to run up to her bedroom when Mum saw her and stopped.

“Ah, Darrel. You are just the person I need. Run along and be a dear and please deliver this bundle of washing to Ms. Hopes, will you?”

And she thrust the great huge bucket into Darell’s arms and left her there without an answer.

Darell gave a groan and then an even louder one. Poof! Just what she needed, but it wouldn’t do to disobey Mum, so Darell meekly trooped down over to Mrs.Hopes, her arms aching with the weight of the red bucket. Suddenly, when she had arrived at Mrs.Hope’s doorstep and was about to ring the bell, she toppled over one of Mrs.Hope's daughters skipping rope that lay sprawled over the kerb that led to the house. But what a disaster too! For the washing was flung over in a patch of compost, utterly muddy now.

Darell dusted herself and walked over to where the stained clothes were tossed into. She now began to feel scared. Whatever would mum say? She’d be grounded for the rest of her life!

Darell walked unhappily home, that is until she caught sight of a museum that Darell had never seen before. Climbing over the bushes, she made her way to the bright museum, and in no time at all, she was under the great place. Dare she go in? Darrel had heard rumors that a house that was right here had been haunted.

Ooh! The thought of walking in there and spotting a ghost sent shivers down Darell’s spine. But curiosity had gotten the better of her and unable to stop herself she ran towards the museum, and in no time at all she was right in front of the huge wooden door. Without thinking she knocked sharply and then waited as quite as a mice for the door to flung open. She waited and waited, until at last when she was sure that the museum was completely empty, she turned her back on it and marched off feeling cross.

  

But hold on! Was it possible that the owner had left the door unlocked?