Sam Douglas
"Mummy?" my daughter whispered as I tucked the bedcovers under her chin. "Why does that man smile at me from inside my wardrobe?"
Rocked by her words, the fine hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, I turned to where her chubby little finger pointed and saw the wardrobe door ajar—when I knew I had already closed it.
Rocked by her words, the fine hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, I turned to where her chubby little finger pointed and saw the wardrobe door ajar—when I knew I had already closed it.
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