Saturday 25 April 2015

Aron - ...X marks the spot...

It was Saturday. I was very excited as mum took me to the Dunnottar Castle in Scotland. When we got there I saw that massive, really old and partly collapsed building. Inside I felt as if someone was watching me... it was strangely uncomfortable... I leant against a wall that suddenly creaked and that suddenly slid out of my reach. There was a massive X on the wooden floor. I reminded myself of stories about treasure where X marks the spot where treasure is hidden. When I stood on it, the wooden plank moved, I barely stopped myself from looking underneath the old, cranky board...

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