I watch my children play in the manors grounds through the barred windows of my

Kitchen. There faces glow with joy as they chase eachother through the flowers and

trees. Sally’s dress blew in the wind as she dribbled through the slender trees. Then

I saw her.

There inbetween the bushes a pale face hid. Peaking out beyond the daffodils and roses a young girl. Her black hair draped over her face partially covering her sinister

stare. Her smile spread wide as we locked eyes displaying rotted teeth as blood

spewed out. Her skelton like hand reached out to grab Sally.