Chapter+2


 * Chapter 2**

Sam snatched George's arm as he passed by.

"Come on," he whined. "it'll only take a minute!"

"Fine," George muttered. "but I'm starved. Make it fast."

Sam produced a wrapped sandwich from his sweater pocket.

"Here, eat this," he said. George grumbled, but didn't complain as he wolfed down the food. It was his favorite: ham, toe jam, and Nutella.

"I still don't see why you eat that stuff. It's disgusting," Sam remarked as he pulled a dusty key from his pocket and pushed it into the lock.

George shrugged. " 'S good. You should try it sometime," he said, through a mouthful of grimy hazelnut spread.

"No thanks," Sam replied, a look of confused disgust briefly passing over his face. 'Click!' The lock opened and fell to the ground. They were in.

Budging open the heavy door, Sam and George tiptoed into the semi-lit room. Anything of interest they could see were a couple of arrowheads glued to the wall underneath a worn beige description. Grabbing his forearm, Sam dragged George to a dark corner of the room, where he messed with an off-white lightswitch for a few seconds. Suddenly, the pair were plunged into darkness. George yelped loudly. Thousands of tiny glowing stars illuminated the walls. One dark spot in the center-left of the room was a blank square. Sam left George and ran his hand over the dark area. A hinge creaked open and the room was illuminated once again with a soft red glow.

"C'mere!" Sam beckoned.

"W-what?" George muttered, stupefied.

"It's down here."