The room was still.

The dusty mirror in the corner showed no life, the discarded toys sat, frozen in an eternal tea party, glassy eyes staring with a fixed glare.

The stillness is broken by a scream, a child’s scream, and the shouts of ‘Help! Help me!”. The shrill sound forewarns the arrival of it, the small child running as fast as she can, cake smearing her face as her pursuerer runs with outstretched hands, just waiting for the chance to tickle her life away.