‘I’m so bored!’, moaned Tom. ‘I’m going home. See you tomorrow.’ ‘You’re bored?’, questioned Rocco. ‘I have something for you to do, since you think you’re a bit of a daredevil!’ ‘What is it?’, asked Tom in a sulky voice. ‘Why don’t you go into number 29?’, said Rocco, grinning. Tom had a good think about it. It might be dangerous. Nobody dared to go in there. ‘Well, I suppose, why wouldn’t I?’ Rocco gave him a pat on the back. ‘Off you go then. I’ll come behind you and wait outside. Go as far as the kitchen and then come back.’ ‘OK, in I go!’, announced Tom. And in he went. What would lie in store for him in number 29?