Tom opened the door wide and let in the moonlight. It flooded in, as bright s daylight - the white daylight that comes before the full rising of the sun. The illumination was perfect.
He took a step forward on to the doorstep. He was staring, at first in surprise, then with indignation, at what he saw outside. That they should have deceived him - lied to him - like this! They had said, "It's not worth your while going out at the back, Tom." So carelessly they had described it: "A sort of back-yard, very poky, with rubbish bins. Really, there's nothing to see."
Tom was angry, why did they lie to him? What was there to hide? It was beautiful, amazing! The most beautiful garden he had ever seen. Tom took a step outside. He felt a tingling sensation inside of him. He walked slowly round the garden trying to take in everything. He saw lots of colourful flowers all around the garden, a water fountain with lots of little goldfish swimming in the sparkling, blue water, a wooden house and lots of birds and rabbits flying or hopping around the garden.
Tom continued to walk round. He could smell the sweet flowery scent from the flowers and he could hear the birds singing in the trees. When he arrived just outside the wooden house he just stood there staring at the door knob. A part of him wanted to go in and see what was inside but the other part of him was afraid thet he might get caught. At last, he decided to go in. Tom put his hand on the door knob, it was stiffand the door would not open. He pushed and pushed and still the door would not open! He was about to give up when the door just slowly creaked open. He gave the door a little push, then put one foot inside the house. The wooden house was very damp, he didn't like it.He looked around, it was empty except for a little box hiding on the corner. He walked towards it. Just as Tom reached his hands towards it someone shouted his name,"Tom! Tom! Where are you?" He jumped back, ran out of the wooden house, slammed the door behind him and ran back into the house.
"I'm here!" Tom shouted back. Without waiting for an answer he ran up the stairs, opened the door to his room then slammed the door. He sat down on his soft, bouncy bed. His heart was thumping against his chest. He desperately wanted to know what was inside the box. He lay on his bed wondering what he should do, but instead he fell asleep.
Tom woke up in the morning full of excitement. H jumped out of his bed, quickly got changed and went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast Tom went up to his uncle and asked him if he could go to the park. His uncle thought for a while but in the end he let him go. Tom knew that after breakfast his aunt and uncle always go to their friends house. So he decided that after his aunt and uncle went out, he would come back into the house and find out about what was inside the box that was in the wooden house.
Tom was hiding behind the tress until his aunt and uncle went out. He heard the door getting locked and the sound of the car driving away. He waited for a few more minutes before coming out just in case they forgot something and had to drive back. When Tom felt safe enough to come out he ran to the garden as fast as a bolt of lightening. He didn't hesitate when he opened the door to the wooden house. He sat down on the damp floor ad took the box in both hands. He began to lift the lid. There was nothing special inside just some old letters and photographs....................