“What is this Annabelle?”
Annabelle answered “It was my grandfathers, it was in my bag when the octopus got me.”
Annabelle grabbed my hand taking me to the end of the room pushing a brick. A brick door opened,I followed her down jagged steps then leading to walls filled with with pictures of The Octopus. There were sounds creeping from a drain on the step. l peeped under looking there were crocodiles, as they turned the corner Annabelle latched onto me pulling me away from the drain.