wandering around in a maze. While they were trying hard to find the exit, Dr Franklin’s wife,
Sarah came up with an idea, “Ah! Do you remember what Ghost Mania has given us?” She fished
out a tiny, delicately carved bottle with black mist inside.
“That’s right!” Dr Franklin exclaimed, “Let’s open it now.”
Sarah pulled the cork away from the bottle carefully. The mist inside drifted out and gathered
on the wall on her left. They were all intrigued by seeing the black mist vanish into the concrete
wall. Dr Franklin’s son, Max was most fascinated by the mist. He couldn’t stop himself from
touching the wall where the mist vanished.
“A-A-A-Ah!” shouted Max. A loud scream echoed into their ears. Without a second thought,
Dr Franklin grabbed little Nancy in his strong arm and touched the same wall, trying to follow
Max. Meanwhile, all the others followed. All of them were being sucked into the wall. They
tumbled inside a dark and gloomy tunnel. Clocks of all kinds with their thin hands were spinning
backwards around them. At last, they bumped into a muddy ground with venomous and stinky
scorpions crawling all over. Although the place was so nasty that anyone who had been there
would vomit, they didn’t care at all. All they wanted to know was where Max had gone. Out of the
blue, mud splashed on everyone’s faces. A creepy-crawly muddy monster appeared in the swamp
beside them. Its hands and legs were struggling in the mud. When they decided to run for their
lives, Sarah shouted suddenly, “Stop! The beast in the swamp is not a monster. It should be our
dear son! Do you hear him screaming for help?”
At this critical moment, Sarah fished out a long and strong rope from her rucksack. She tossed
one end of the rope to Max and held the other end tightly. Max grabbed the rope with all his
strength. At last, they managed to pull him out. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Max spat all the
thick and sticky mud from his mouth. Tirian got out the packet of first-aid tools and helped clean
up his wounds. After Max tidied himself a bit, they started their journey again.
They looked around and found a rusty road sign. They followed the sign, heading to the eerie
castle. Cold breeze blew leisurely while trees crackling. A few super-giant crows shrieked overhead.
Bang! Something hard hit on Tirian’s head. It tumbled over his body and at last, dropped on
the floor. Tirian looked closer and found it was a moldy skull. Some stinky bugs crawled out from
its mouth while glaring lights were shining out from its eye sockets. With a sudden gust, the skull
rolled and tumbled down a steep hill. Without hesitation, they followed the skull and rolled down
the hill. They passed through two shabby shacks, five reddish rivers, two tunnels filled with the
smell of rotten meat, six misty cemeteries with swaying spider webs, a garden full of painful-
looking statues made of stone, a stream with hungry piranha… Lastly, they saw a splendid castle
right in front of their eyes. It was so high that it nearly poked into the clouds. To their surprise,
the castle was made of precious gold. The skull didn’t stop rolling until it bumped into the castle
door which was made of verdant jade. The door opened automatically but the skull cracked into
tiny pieces. With five pounding hearts, they all took their first step into the castle. The door
slammed strongly behind them. Little Nancy was so worried by being shut. She tried to open the
door with her little arms, but it was useless.
Chapter Six - God of Evil
An enormous and golden statue in the appearance of a horrible evil creature was guarding
the entrance. Inside the castle, there was a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The floor
