from Chapter 3 

 

The Bogman pushed open the door with his stake, carefully and silently.  Dim yellow light showed as the door swung in and the brown man entered. 

            I darted across the road, looking round but without seeing anything.  The hall was empty but I guessed my man had gone down the corridor to the left where the lights were.

            In the entrance, I couldn't see any of the exhibits but thinking of them all there in the dark, waiting, gave me the shivers.             

             And there was the Bogman himself, lurking by a door at the far end of the passage.  He opened the door, raising his stake.  There was a light in the room.  Someone working late?  I froze.  My knees trembled. 

                        The Bogman slid through the door.  I waited, a voice in my head calling me "Wooss! Coward!", while I prayed the office was empty.

            "Stop!  Stop!  Look Out!"

            The voice must've come from me.

 

            A crash.  Like a chair falling over, a garbled scream, scuffling. 

            I sprinted for the office door and stuck my head around to look in, my eyes half closed, expecting to be skewered on the stake.

            Instead a smell of leather hit me followed by a speeding brown body and I went crashing back into the corridor, hitting my head on the wall and sinking to the ground.  When I looked up, I thought I was dreaming.