100wc week #6[21] Niamh Szymon

Dear Diary,                                                                                                                                            Stepping with fear, I tiptoed on the planks that creaked every time someone stepped on it. He knew he would enter the door that no one had ever entered. Quietly, I ran through the forbidden door that I ran through earlier. This time, there was laughing inside. I couldn’t bear look as I walked down the mysterious stairs. Although when I looked again ,there was another door. There was a green liquid like substance. It smelled like a sewer that no one had ever gone in. Next, there was a door. I was about to look away, but I had to see what was inside…