Vampire's Breath

2.

"Disclosure doors!" I was crying with great enthusiasm.

We looked at the door. It was made of fine dark wood. The door handle is covered in a thick layer of dust.

I didn't know there was a door back there. And I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad don't know that either.

Cara and I stepped into the doorway. I rubbed my hands over the doorknob, wiping some dust. "Where does this lead?" How to ask, subtle-

she pulled her black hair back from her face.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Beat me. Maybe a closet or something. Mom and Dad never mentioned another room here."

I knocked on the door with my fist. "Whoever comes in

there?" call me.

Kara laughs. "Aren't you going to be surprised if someone answers you!" yells. I laughed too. That's a pretty funny idea. "Why would someone hide a door behind a closet?" How to ask. "That doesn't make sense." "There may be a pirate treasure hidden

sana," I said. "There may be a room full of

gold coins."

Kara rolled her eyeballs. "That's really lame," he murmured. "A pirate in the middle of Ohio?" How to turn the knob and try to open the door.

I think some kids will doubt it. Some children may not be so eager to open the mysterious and hidden door in their basement. Some kids might be a little scared.

But not with Cara and me.

We're not cowards. We don't think about danger.

We're tough.

The door's not open.

"Is it locked?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No. Cabinet's blocked

on the street." The cabinet was lying on its side in front of the door. We both hold it. How to take the top. I took the bottom.

It's heavier than I thought. Especially since all the dishes broke inside. But we pushed him and pulled him, and shifted him away from the doorway. "OK," said Cara, wiping her hands on

jeans feet. "OK," I repeat. "Let's check it out." The door felt cold in my hand. I turned it around and opened the wooden door.

The door moved slowly. It was heavy, and its rusty hinges made the squeeeeeeeak a scary squeeeeeeak as I tried to open it.

Then, standing close together, Cara and I leaned against the doorway and peered inside.

I hope to find a room there. Storage room or old furnace room. Some old houses like my aunt Harriet's house have coal rooms where coal is stored to feed the furnace.

But that's not what we saw. Squinting into total darkness, I realized I was

looking into the tunnel. A dark tunnel.

I reached out and touched the wall. Stone. Cold stone. Cold and damp.

"We need a flashlight" Cara said softly. I rubbed the cold, damp stone again. Then I

look to Cara. "You mean we're going to

the tunnels?" my many.

Stupid question. Of course we're going into the tunnel. If you find a hidden tunnel in your basement, what do you do?

You are not standing at the entrance and

wondering about that. You explore. He followed me to my father's desk. I started opening the drawer, looking for a flash-

lamp. "Where does the tunnel lead?" How to ask, frowning while thinking. “Maybe to the house next door. Maybe connect the two

home together."

"There's no house over there" I reminded him. "It's empty land. It's been empty for as long as I've lived here." "Well, it has to lead somewhere" he replied.

"You can't just have tunnels that go everywhere."

"Good thinking" I replied cynically. She pushed.

I pushed his back.

Then I saw a plastic flashlight at the bottom of the tooling drawer. Cara and I both grabbed it at the same time. We have another battle, which is short this time. I took the flashlight from him.

"What's the big idea?" he demands. "I saw this one first" I said. "Get your own."

lights on the shelf on the workbench. She tested it by shining it into my eyes until I yelled at her. "OKAY. Ready," he said.

We rushed back to the door, our flashlights crisscrossing each other above the basement floor. I stopped at the open door and shot a light into the tunnel.

Light How to bounce off the stone wall. They are covered with a layer of green moss. On the delicate stone floor, a small puddle of water glittered under the rays of our flashlight." "Cleather over there," I murmured. I stepped into the tunnel, moving my flashlight along the wall.

The air immediately felt cooler. I was shivering, shocked by the temperature change. "BITT," How to agree. "It's like a fridge inside

it's here." I raised my flashlight and pointed it straight ahead. "I can't see the end of the tunnel" I said.

it can stretch for miles!"

"There's only one way to find out" answered Cara. Him

he lifted the light and blinded me again. "Ha-ha! Understood!" "Not funny!" my protest. I shone my light into his eyes. We had a brief flashlight battle None of us won. Now we both have bright yellow

low point in our eyes. I went back to the tunnel. "Hellll-loooooooooo!" I'm yelling. My voice echoed again and again. "Annnnnnybody hmmmmmm?" I'm contacted.

How to push me against a damp stone wall.

"Shut up, Freddy. Why can't you be serious?" "I'm serious" I told him. "Let's go." I hit him with my shoulder. I want to drop it on the wall. But his feet were hard. He's not flinching. I lowered my lamp to the floor so we could see where we were walking. How to point the flashlight forward.

We walked slowly, passing through the puddles. The air was getting colder as we walked deeper into the hallway.

Our shoes make a soft friction sound. The sounds echoed eeriely from the stone walls. After about a minute, I turned around and glanced at the basement door. It was a narrow rectangle of yellow light, very far away.

The tunnel was curved, and its stone walls looked

show up to approach us. I was shivering in fear, but

I shook it.

There is nothing to fear, I told myself. It's just

the old empty tunnel.

"It's so weird" Cara muttered. "Where

can lead?"

"We must be in the empty underground next door" I guess. "But why would someone build a tunnel under empty land?"

How to lift a flashlight to my face. He held my shoulder to stop me. "Would you back off?"

"Of course not" I said. "I don't either" he said quickly. "I just

want to see if you want to."

Our lights played over the damp stone walls as we followed the tunnel arch. We jumped over the puddles that covered the entire floor of the tunnel. Then the tunnel curved once again. And a door was beginning to be seen.

Another dark wooden door.

Our flashlight beams shot up and down the door as we rushed there. "Hello, over there!" I'm contacted. "Halloooo!" I bang on the door.

There's no answer.

I grabbed the doorknob.

How to hold me back again. "What if your parents come home?" she asked. "They'll be very worried. They won't know where you are."

"Well, if they go down to the basement, they'll see a closet on the floor" I replied. "And they will see an open door leading to the tunnel. They'll know what's going on. And they're probably gonna follow us here."

"Maybe," How to agree.

"We have to see what's behind this door" I said excitedly. I turned the knob and pulled the door open. The door is heavy too. And it creaked eeriely as it opened, just like the first door.

We raised our flashlights and sent our paler

the light beam in front of us. "It's a room!" i'm whispering. "A room at the end of the tunnel!"

Our lights danced over the smooth, dark walls. Nude wall. We stepped side by side into a small box

chamber. "What's the problem? It's empty" Cara said. "It's just an empty room."

"No, no" I replied slowly. I aimed my flashlight at a large object on the floor in the middle of the room. We both looked straight ahead. Stare

it was in silence.

"What's that?" How to finally demand. "Peti is dead" I replied.