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the TV channels. She paused momentarily to pop a Pringle into her mouth, and then settled down to a re-run of Doctor Dick .
    Sam pushed open Harry’s bedroom door to find him still in his pyjamas, sitting in his gaming chair, playing video games. Harry looked around and smiled, and then continued to play his game until he had reached a save point. Sam couldn’t help but notice Harry’s new Power Rangers wrist watch.
    “Wow! Your watch is cool,” said Sam, green with envy.
    “Thank you! My mum bought it for me yesterday. Which is your favourite Power Ranger?” said Harry, pulling back his brown bowl cut hair from his eyes, as it was desperately in need of cutting.
    “I like the blue one, and red is my second favourite.”
    “The red one is my favourite, and blue is my second,” said Harry, with a big smile across his little chubby cheeks.
    Harry was also seven years old, and he had freckles and brown eyes like his mother. Harry loved to stay in and play video games and watch cartoons, but his very favourite thing was watching Power Rangers, as he was planning to be one when he grew up.
    “What shall we do today, Sam?”
    Sam sat there thinking, and then said, “Would you like to go into the wood?”
    “Are there not witches and ghosts in that wood?” said Harry, looking a little worried.
    “I don’t know, but I got lost in them yesterday and felt sick, and I’m sure someone helped me. When I got back up, there was a white ball of light that I followed, and it led me out of the wood.”
    “Do you think it was a ghost?”
    “My mum said that they’re not real,” said Sam.
    “My mum said that they are,” said Harry, hoping that his friend would change his mind.
    “We’ll only go in a little way – please?”
    “Okay!” said Harry, reluctantly, “But if we get lost…”
    Sam smiled, “We won’t – I promise.”
    Harry got himself dressed in some blue jeans and a Power Rangers T-shirt, and then made his way downstairs to let his mum know that they were going out to play for a while. Belinda smiled and told him not to stray too far from the cottage. Harry beamed, and then he fetched Sam from his room and they made their way out of the cottage.
    Once outside, they looked about to make sure that the coast was clear, and then started walking up the hill towards the edge of the wood. Harry walked close to Sam, and held onto his new watch to give himself confidence – of the heroic kind. They arrived at the entrance to Barrow Wood. Sam never hesitated and walked straight in. Harry hurried behind.

Chapter Five
ENCOUNTER

    The two boys huddled closely as they made their way into the woodland. As they approached the first barrow, the air seemed stale. The smell of dead wood in the area was rife. Little Harry sensed that even the trees were watching, and he started to become nervous.
    “Are you sure you want to go further, Sam? I don’t think it’s a good idea – you’ve heard the stories.”
    “Everything’s fine, Harry – don’t worry!”
    As they walked deeper into the wood, Sam noticed the barrow in which he had become sick. All of a sudden, the two boys heard a twig snap. Harry’s eyes opened wide and he became terrified. He shouted to Sam to run, and then turned on his toes and ran and ran until he eventually left the wood. Harry finally looked behind, and there was no sign of Sam. He shouted into the woodland, and his voice echoed through the trees. Harry was sure that he could hear whispers, and then ran as fast as he could once again, all the way home to tell his mother.
    Sam felt frightened, but he was determined to find out whom or what had helped him the night before. He gently paced toward where he thought the noise had come from. Sam’s blood ran cold – he could see part of a black figure hidden behind the tree. He stood dead still and watched. His pulse raced, but he felt like he couldn’t move. He didn’t dare move, not even an inch. The dark figure moved slowly out from the