The ceiling creaked, a trail of heavy footsteps crossing towards the staircase under which Mandy hid. Pressed against the bare stone wall she prayed the shadows would consume her. Yet her pink sweater and red jeans seemed set to betray her.
Don’t come down.
The footsteps reached the stairs. There was a pause raising a glimmer of hope, which shattered as the stairs groaned, one by one.
Mandy’s breaths deepened as final the stair creaked. Then the beast pounced.
“Found you!” Clive grinned gleefully. “The washing up is yours for a week!”
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