I dedicate this story to Dad, for the stories he tells.

Once there was a good and adventurous teen who was bored.He went to the garage of the old, deserted house of Redbeard the pirate. He found a secret door to a spooky room with a twisted stair. He ran forward to explore. All of a sudden the floor separated under his feet and he found himself in a dungeon with the bugs and the rats. He was a black belt in karate so he kicked out the barred window and jumped out. He ran under a table, through a window and toward a cliff with a ledge on the other side. He saw a rope by witch he could swing across the space. He began to think, was it safe? He ran forward and began to swing but it pulled down a staircase and he wondered, where should he go. The cliff or up the staircase ? He decided to go up the stairs. He got to the top of the staircase and found a room filled with gold, gold coins and bricks, gold rods and staffs even gold swords and spears ! When he finally finished stuffing his pockets with gold coins and grabbed a gold sword and shield, one question remained: how would he get back to the garage? He had fallen in! He ran back to the dungeon when all of a sudden he had an idea. He ran back to the staircase and used the sword to cut off the rope and ran back to the dungeon with it. Using the rope as a lasso he got it caught on the door knob. He climbed the rope and ran out the door to his own house.                                                                          

THE END