It was a quiet morning in Hania's room. The sun was shining in the window and warming the bed. Suddenly the alarm clock beeped and spoke. - Get up, Hania! An urgent matter awaits us! The backpack trembled and whispered quietly. - Inside it said something to me. Hania sat up and opened the backpack slowly. The pencil rolled and tapped the notebook. The notebook squeaked in a thin voice. - I have a map of your house. I will guide you to the secret trapdoor. On the map was a carpet, a lamp and an armchair. Under the carpet was a star-shaped sign. A torch flashed from a drawer and called out. - Take me, or you'll be in the dark. Hania, the alarm clock and the backpack moved to the carpet. The notebook held the map like a little guidebook. Hania lifted the carpet slowly, with a beating heart. A metal flapper's wheel shimmered underneath. The wheel sighed and made a quiet click. - 'It's time,' whispered the wheel. At that moment, something rattled from underneath.