Watchful House

by Angela Burgess 

Pulling up outside the huge Victorian House, Alice and John let out a long sigh; at last their new home.  They danced up the imposing front steps, loudly singing "we're coming home".  Finally inserting the key in the ruby coloured front door, they could not contain their happiness; a place of their own.  The watchful house had other plans; who were these children running through the maze of rooms.  A loud bang sent Alice and John running into the street; surely they should feel safe, what had just happened.  Mabel sat back smiling, as once again, she was left along in her watchful house.


Angela Burgess is a Director at SE Magazines Limited in London.