It was midnight. The haunted hour. Tom and I were doing something extremely bad. Something terrible. Something so horrible I can’t even say it. While following this evil plan, we carefully scaled the roofs of The Houses Of Parliament. Looking towards Big Ben. If we got caught, we would be in extreme amounts of trouble. But we had to do it. We had no choice. We saw two policemen emerge from the trapdoor and started running towards us. We stepped back. I heard a crack. It was Tom. He had fallen. “I’m trying to hold on!” He shouted. Oh no…….