''Ib''
'' Yes Mum?'' I asked her, fiddling with my hair,
'' Stay close and say no to strangers!'' She cried,
'' Ok!'' I cried, watching Dad talk to the man behind the counter,
'' Is this your first time to the gallery?'' he asked Dad,
'' Yes, it is'' he replied, sighing a piece of paper
'' Ib, why don't go on ahead?'' Mum said, letting go of my hand. I nodded.
After looking at the other paintings, I ran to the painting ' The Coughing Man'. The room next to it had a massive picture of crayon. Suddenly the lights flickered
''Wha-'' I cried, I was cut of by a vocie
''Iiiiibbbb, Cooommmme Dowwwnnn Tooo Playyyyy!'' it said,
i ran away from the room, past the ' Coughing Man', which coughed, I stared at it with fear, then carried on my journey.
''Muum, Where are you, hellp'' i cried, everyone was gone, I was alone, I was scared, then blue footprints were by the painting called ' Abbys of the deep'
''Come on Ibbb, Try and find meeeee!'' It shouted, sounding like the voice was behind me.
I took a step in painting, when i suddenly got grabbed in.