When I was 11 years old, I moved from London to our new house in Northampton which is in lumbertubs way and I used to hate being here because I was away from my friends at london. So I explored the outside of my house with my dowsing rod and I met this boy called Wybie Lovat. He said that his grandmother used to own my new house and chooses not to rent it to other children but I don't know why she allows me and my parents to rent it. When I got back to my house, Wybie sent me a doll which looks just like me but with buttons for eyes. I told my dad what should I do because I was so bored and he told me to explore this house and count all the doors and Windows and write them down. So I did what he said and in the living room, I saw this huge wooden door. I told my mum to open the door and unlock it but it's just a wall of bricks. When I was sleeping, I heard something so I opened my eyes and one of the mice was in front of my bedroom door. I chased one of the mice and it was going into the wooden door even though it's bricked up so I opened it and it's not bricked up. Instead it is this blue colourful huge tunnel and I walked through it and I entered the other side and it was the same living room and the same house as mine but the painting is a little different. It's not this little boy who was sad because he dropped his ice cream cone, it is him staring at bubbles and he was looking at them as if he was planning something very terrible to them.
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