"Lucy! Come on! Lets set everything up." Jack called whilst lifting a heavy box of clothes.
"Coming." I replied. After an hour of mess, cleaning and setting up, Jack and I decided to explore this old house. The rooms were all dark with minimum light. The stairs creaked everytime you walked. There were old paintings up on the royal red walls; the faces looked blue, as if they had experienced some sort of mournful death.
"Hey Lucy, check this out," Jack suggested. As my footsteps click-clocked the floor, I walked to where Jack was. He had opened a door to a storage space under the stairs. There layed an unusual black box. It was death black, as black as coal, and looked dull. Just looking at it send shivers running up and down my spine.
"We should leave it. It creeps me out." Jack shuddered. We closed the door and went downstairs for dinner.
