MYSTERY MANSION

The children can pretend to be Tim, a lost boy on a spooky Halloween night!


Tim had to stay late after school and he was walking home. He wasn't paying attention to anything in particular. He kicked a rock, ran up to it and kicked it in a different direction several times. It was becoming dark and stormy; large black clouds filled the sky, hiding the round yellowish moon. Tim noticed evening was coming and thought he better get home. The boy turned around to the left and then to the right. This wasn't his block; where was his house? He scratched his head. Tim ran to the end of the block but nothing looked familiar. He decided to try to retrace his steps. He was walking backwards. No! That wasn't right. It was dark now, so he walked quickly down the block. Suddenly there was his house, but it appeared that no one was home since there were no lights on.
Skipping up the walk, Tim unlocked the door, and slowly tiptoed inside. But there were still no lights - the switches didn't work. This was spooky! The boy began to shake. What should he do? First Tim needed some light and he remembered a flashlight in the kitchen. Slowly he felt his way, arms outstretched, feeling for furniture. He fell and slowly got up, rubbing his knees and he bent over to rub his sore toes. In the kitchen, he stretched on tiptoes to reach the top shelf . Tim climbed on the counter to reach higher yet. There it was! He jumped down.
The boy decided to investigate the house further. He heard a noise upstairs. Slowly he climbed the stairs and peeked around the corner, dropping the flashlight. It rolled under a bed. Tim got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the bed. He heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Thud! Thud! Tim froze. He was so scared he didn't know what to do. Tim huddled in a ball to make himself as small as possible. Thud! Thud! The footsteps walked into the room. Thud! Thud! They turned and went into the next room . Tim crawled out from under the bed and bent down to grab the flashlight. He quietly tiptoed down the stairs and raced to the door. It was locked! He skipped to the back door. It was locked! He was trapped! Tim went to a window and lifted up the heavy glass. He squeezed through the opening and jumped to the ground. He landed in some thick bushes, so to get out he had to slide sideways, and squat down, walking like a duck. Reaching the sidewalk, Tim ran to the end of the block where a street light was located. He sat down in the grass to catch his breath. "Tim! Tim!" Someone was calling his name. It was his sister. Tim had been on the wrong block and his sister came to find him. He wouldn't forget this spooky Halloween Eve.