Claw of the Werewolf by Tommy Donbavand

Author:Tommy Donbavand [Donbavand, Tommy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781406327359
Publisher: Walker Books Ltd
Published: 2009-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The Doorway

Luke, Resus and Cleo rushed back into Luke’s bedroom, just as — “WACHOO!” — a bright orange flash transformed Luke’s duvet into a roll of striped wallpaper.

“I see that Tress is still suffering with her flu,” said Resus.

Luke slid the golden casket from under his bed and opened it to check that the relics were still OK. He sighed with relief when he saw that they were. “We can send her a get well card once we’ve found an M.T. Graves book for Mr Skipstone,” he said, dropping the werewolf’s claw in with the other founding fathers’ gifts.

“Which box did you put the Horror Heights books into?” asked Cleo, rummaging through a collection of computer games.

“I think most of them are in these,” replied Luke, opening up one of the ones by the wardrobe. As he did so — “WACHOO!” — another flash filled it with teddy bears.

“We’d better find them quickly before Tress’s sneezes zap them into something unusable,” said Resus. “I doubt we can transfer Mr Skipstone’s spirit into a cuddly pyjama case!” He, Luke and Cleo grabbed a box each and began to rifle through in search of a Horror Heights book.

Luke lifted a handful of CDs out of his box and found himself looking at a familiar image: the terrifying vampire on the cover of Fangs of Destiny. “Got one!” he shouted triumphantly, snatching up the book. As Resus and Cleo turned to see, the trio were suddenly bathed in a rainbow of light.

“What’s Tress changed now?” demanded Cleo, shielding her eyes.

“This one doesn’t seem quite the same…” said Resus.

Hanging over the casket of relics was a shimmering, rainbow-coloured archway. As Luke approached it, shielding his eyes with one hand, he began to make out a room on the other side.

“My bedroom!” he whispered.

“Top marks, werebrain — we’re in your bedroom,” quipped Resus.

“No, you don’t understand,” said Luke, stepping closer. “I mean that’s my bedroom, on the other side — my old bedroom!”

Cleo stared up at the shimmering arch. “This must be your doorway home!” she exclaimed.

“What?” gasped Resus. “Why did you open it now?”

“I didn’t,” protested Luke. “I just dropped—”

He stopped. “I dropped the werewolf’s claw into the casket with the other relics …”

“…and putting them all together must have activated the magic!” finished Cleo.

Luke held his hand out towards the shimmering entrance to his old bedroom with trembling fingers. His old room, in his old house. He’d done it. The first person ever to open a doorway out of Scream Street.

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