Why couldn’t anyone else hear the tapping? It was there in the night, but when Tom went to his mother’s room to tell her about it, she just mumbled something about dreams, rolled over, and sent him back to bed. All through his maths exam Tom was put off by the rhythmical clicks from the street outside. Afterwards, his friends said they didn’t know what he was talking about. Was he going mad?
Even he thought so when the sound started up again on a school trip to the museum. He followed the taps down a corridor, ignoring glass cases of stuffed animals on either side. The door ahead of him was marked ‘private’, but he couldn’t resist the urge to turn the handle. At first, he thought the room was empty, but then...
Through the slight crack in the door he saw a big matte black safe with a huge old fashioned padlock. In an urge he kicked open the door and slowly creeped into the room. As Tom secretly walked trying not to make a sound as security roamed the halls, he noticed suspicious numbers written all over the walls. He spun around only to see the numbers repeated again and again. The numbers read 4682. He approached the safe, on the bottom of the padlock and saw random numbers different to the numbers that were on the walls!
all of a sudden, in the corner of his eye, he saw a dark, shadowy figure. Tom crept slowly towards it, wondering what it could be and why it was constantly tapping; he was curious and couldn’t resist the urge to discover the identity of the strange figure. He knew this was wrong but had to do it anyway because he felt an unusual connection towards the figure. HE HAD TO TOUCH IT!
Broad triceratops charging at Tom with a loud roar, Tom knew that he was in hot water so he sprinted for the door behind him. However, it wasn’t there, it was replaced by a huge skeleton of a tyrannosaurus, Tom climbed the skeleton from the tail and he was standing on the spine. As he was trying to keep his balance, he stood on something wet, he looked down at his foot and saw a crumpled up note and a rusty, thin sword. The tapping had resumed, this time, more focused in his head. The Monstrous beast was right behind him and charged at him, Tom quickly grabbed the note as well as the sword before the skeleton would crash down on the floor. He quickly jumped onto the beast’s back, the note read something in a language he couldn’t recognise and the sword had read some faded words covered in the sheet of rust. Suddenly the floor tiles started to disappear, the floor was replaced something that looked like a colossal galaxy with a very dark background. He dropped the note and the sword was stiff in his hand.
Swung the rusted sword right under it’s neck. The animal let out a painful cry as time seemed to unfreeze itself. The cry shook him to the core and tried to run as far as he could but the lack of gravity didn’t help. Uncoiling it’s emerald, scaled tail, the beast whacked him in his back and sent him flying through the endless, black void. The ravenous snake slithered after, lighting fast despite the lack of gravity. The sword in his hand glowed slightly, barely noticeable at first, but eventually it grew bigger and brighter. The snake had stopped in it’s tracks and was slowly cowering back in fear. His right hand shook as the light started to consume him he let out a anxious cry as the light fully submerged him.
- As Tom fell towards the blinding light he wondered what it could be. He thought of what he believed was paradise. A calm and relaxing place where he could lie down and relax. He braced himself for what was to arrive and squeezed his eyes shut as...
There he was. Tom was in the middle of nowwhere, nowhere to be found. There were houses all around him, no people in his sight. Only him and the steaming hot sun.
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