It was a very cold December night. My mum and I went to our local gallery. When we were walking down a long corridor the lights went out.
‘ A power cut, typical!’ said mum.
There was a loud banging noise coming from the main exhibition room.
As we were walking towards it a ghostly figure appeared from the gloom. It looked like a lady in a long old fashioned dress, with a freaky hat on.
We screamed and then turned around. We ran as fast as we could and left the way we came in.
Who said art was boring?