The Cursed Tower

Chapter 1

 

The Deal

 

“Recently, there have been rumours that that tower out on that island is the most cursed place in the world.” A mysterious voice said. “A monster lives in that tower…”

“Have people gone to investigate?” I ask.

“Oh yeah people have. But anyone who steps foot on that island, they are marked for death.” The man says. “Some musketeers have volunteered to investigate. Unless you would like to come?”

“Consider it an honour.” I reply. “Will there be a reward if we kill this beast?”

“Yes. Glory, fame and lots of gold.”

“Deal”

“Good, we start tomorrow”

The Mystery Of New York City

“Alright Stevenson 25 dollars a day.” Said the Sergeant “these statues need to be stopped.”

 

“Agreed.” Said the detective. “I will solve the mystery of New York City.”

 

I walk out of the Police Department and into my car. I kept driving until I stopped at a mysterious building called Winter Quay. I notice that there is a statue outside. I looks like a Weeping Angel.

 

I walk inside Winter Quay and go up the lift. I find a room that has my name on it. I walk inside but there’s nothing there. I run outside the room. There are now two Weeping Angels. Then there is a flash of light, then, darkness…

The place with the big, red mushroom

There once was a man who longed to have an adventure. He went into his room and on his desk lay a bright postcard from his grandad Mel. Next to the post card was a picture of his wrinkled up grandad with a wistful smile. On the postcard there was writing that said, “Come, it is wondrous. I wished I ruled this place.”

Quickly, the man packed his luggage and walked to his boat. He didn’t forget to put an oar in his rowboat that he needed.

After about an hour, he saw the island in the distance with a huge, red mushroom. It was the biggest mushroom in the world. The sight was absolutely beautiful…

The Invasion

Monsters left and right entered the room. My only exit was to go up the stairs. Red monsters with sharp teeth and red tentacles started following me up the stairs, only some tripping and falling down the stairs.

 

I run into an old room, I lock the door and barricade it with chairs, a table and shelves. Every time a monster bangs on the door I get even more scared. I open the window, looking for an exit. The fences are to high to climb, monsters walking outside. I found a pipe on the side of the house and I slide down into the kitchen.

 

I don’t know how I’m going to escape. I think I’m dead.