The mystery of the mystery of M.R Bonsto

 I am writing a horror story about a young orphaned boy on an adventure with his friends Blue the husky Griffin the cat and Rocky the cockatoo. I am writing it out of interest at home and at school. Here is a snippet.

"Then after what seemed like ours but really was only minutes the party made it to the kitchen. It was musty, damp, cobwebby and distantly smelt of rotten fish. “This really is a horrible place but i'm so thirsty I think I'd better drink out of these taps”. So Jack twisted the nob and this strange red liquid came out. “AGGH”. Screamed Jack. “It’s BLOOD”! And sure enough it was blood. “Let’s get out of here”. Advised Jack. “good idea, good idea”. “Meow”. “Woof”. Agreed Rocky, Griffin and Blue. 

So without saying a word they tiptoed along until they came to what looked like a library “noting here”. Announced Jack. So they left. But if Jack had two good eyes he would have seen the eyes on the books staring out at him… "