Jake’s fingers felt trembly around the key as they approached the dragon dungeon. He found himself hoping that the lock would have seized up with age, and he wouldn’t be able to open the door. Or maybe it would be rusted over? Oh, please let it be rusted over!
With a thumping heart, Prince Jake put the key in the keyhole. It fitted perfectly. He turned it, and it made a dreadful grating noise, but then there came a telltale click. The door was unlocked.
Jake and Ned looked at each other. “So I’ll go in there, have a look around, then come back out again,” Jake said. “Right?”
“Right,” Ned agreed.
Here goes nothing, Jake thought, his mouth dry. He pushed the door open, with a loud creak, and stepped inside the haunted dungeon.