The doors were closed, all the people had gone home and the Room 4 sleepover team were tired and weary. They insisted on just one more adventure and so the night walk began. The line was organised with parents carefully scattered amongst the line all locked together hand to shoulder. It was dark, incredibly dark, and quiet as we exited the comfort of our base and timidly paced through unknown lands. Aghghghghghg the first blood curling screaming ripped along the line and echoed interminably... Hearts could be heard like beating drums and sweat encrusted the little brows. Aghghghghgh wave upon wave of scream burst as the shapes in the dark moved and grabbed and terrified us. Nervous laughter rapidly turned to weeping and panting..... “I want to go back” was echoed along the line. The brave and hearty crumbled and children clung to each other and clambered on the adults. The sounds and the sights and the vivid imaginations of the Room 4 children was turning our adventure into TERROR at the museum........
