What goes on at Number 29? Where is the rest of the fence? Is it really as creepy as all the stories? “Should I investigate it?” my brother said, interrupting my thoughts. “Yes,” I finally replied. But what if burglars were really living there? Too late. My brother had already stormed out of the door and had begun walking down the street. I smacked my forehead. WHY won’t he listen to me? Suddenly I heard a shout from the Number 29. Was that my brother? Was he in danger? Would I seriously have to go and save him? Oh no….