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there possibly be in this beautiful car?

uick, Mum,’ you yell. You grab her by the arm and drag her with you. ‘Quick, run!’
    She stumbles along with you. You haven’t had time to look around, but you seem to be going down the drive of an old castle. It looms above you like a grey mountain peak. You’ve got a good start on Stacey and her mother but, as you come to the first bend in the road, you hear their feet pounding along behind you. They seem to be gaining already. You go around the bend, running as fast as you can, but suddenly you and your mum pull up with a screech of shoe-leather. You stop so fast there’s smoke coming from your soles, and the smell of burning leather. The reason? Standing there on the road, in the middle of the road, right there in front of you, are two huge dogs. They’re as big as small horses. They’re panting with delight at the sight of you, and something tells you they’re not vegetarians. They look like they’ve had teeth transplants from crocodiles. This is big trouble. These two dogs are about to leap at your throats and tear them out. ‘What are we going to do?’ you and your mother scream simultaneously. Then, with the next breath, you both yell: ‘I know!’
    You look at your mother and she looks at you. Whose idea are you going to go with? You’d better make a quick decision!

ou let Stacey go, and you walk down the driveway to the sheds. The sheds are pretty wrecked too but they’re still twice the size of your previous house. They’re covered in cobwebs: looks like no-one’s been in there for twenty years. You clear away as many of the cobwebs as you can, but it’s not easy. Heaps of them cling to you. But you push the old green door open and squeeze into the room.
    Right away you see a terrifying sight. There’s a human figure standing there, dressed in white lace and staring straight at you. You scream and turn to run. Then you realise you’re looking at a mirror. Those cobwebs sure have stuck to your clothes. They’re trailing behind you like a wedding dress.
    You walk through to the next room. There’s another mirror here, because you see yourself once again standing facing you, and draped in cobwebs. Then you notice something funny. The you that is looking at you seems a bit different. In the dim light you peer harder, trying to work out what it is. Then you realise. The person’s got no skin. No skin and no flesh! Apart from that, no problem. Perfectly normal. Just no skin and no flesh, that’s all. No skin! No flesh! That’s not a mirror you’re looking in! There’s a skeleton right there, dressed in nothing but cobwebs! Oh no! This can’t be happening! This is your worst nightmare, ever! This is worse than your worst nightmare. You’ve never actually had a nightmare this bad!
    It’s hard to move. You feel like you’re Superglued to the floor. You wish you’d asked Stacey to come with you after all. You wish someone would come running to help you. But as you stand there, your heart racing, your legs paralysed, your eyes staring, you realise there’s not much chance of help. Your parents are hard at work in the new house, Stacey could be anywhere in the street by now: it might be all up to you. You’ve never felt so totally alone in your whole life.

isten,’ you say, ‘don’t take this personally, but I don’t trust you, OK? I think you’re a stupid boring dickhead who wouldn’t know a kangaroo from a kookaburra. But don’t take it personally.’
    â€˜That’s cool,’ she says. ‘And look, I don’t want to offend you, but I think you’re a pathetic useless heap of possum poo. But please don’t be offended.’
    Now that you understand each other you decide you’re going to be good friends.
    â€˜So what is it about this car?’ you ask.
    â€˜Well,’ she says. ‘Do