The hooded figure had disappeared, my determination hadn't. I crept down the dark corridor, floorboards creeking as I took each step. Soon, the corridor came to an end. “Darn!” I thought, “but, how did he get through here?” I shivered. Could it...no...but...maybe, was the figure a ghost? “No, thats impossible,” I reassured myself, “ghosts don't exist. There's a logical reason for this, I just need to think.” And I did, for a while. As I did, I leant against one of the walls. Before I knew it, I was falling in darkness, with not the slightest idea where I was.
I should've known. Ghosts don't exist! It was a secret passage! Old mansions like that one always have a secret passage-way. Why hadn't I'd known that? I scolded myself. I suddenly was on the floor. I spotted the figure with something in his hand. “Hmm,” I thought. I got up and started following the figure. In moments I was so close to him, I could almost reach him. But it was better just to step away, a lot away, incase he was the thief. My karate skills weren't bad, but I still needed practice.
I took 10 steps back. The figure paused for a second. He entered a code on a pannel and a door opened. He went in. I went in. The room was filled with money and jewels. This was obviously the thief! I quickly hid behind a huge pile of coins and the thief pulled out a sack from his pocket (several sacks actually, about 3, that pocket must have been huge). The thief hadn't yet took off his hood but I was determined to find out who it was. I stepped out from behind the coin pile and said, “stop right there.” I pulled out my badge. The figure turned around and the hood fell from their head, they had a shocked expression on their face and it wasn't a man it was...Megan?!
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