”Mum! Can we go to the bike park?”

Mum was busy with the washing but replied, “Yes, go and get your bike from the cellar”.

The cellar was dark and smelled of damp. I clicked on the light and headed down the steps. As I moved my bike I noticed there was a gap in the wall. I brushed away the dust and could see there was a door. I wondered what was behind the door so I put my fingers in the gap and prized it open. A bright light was shining in my eyes so I could barely see. I stepped forward and felt a hand on my arm…