Alyssa - The little black chest

Maddison and I walked on a dusty, oaky wooden floor. Our faces tremble in fear, our knees wobbling like jelly and our surroundings," ugh mossy cobblestone walls" as I whisper to Maddison. The room smelled like a sulphur pool mixed with rotten eggs. Maddison sees a old table with a little black chest. We came closer to have a better look at it. ...so as she lifted the lid... I tell her to stop but it was to late, she opens it and the chest screamed at us, mumbling words. What did she do? 


From Alyssa McNamara