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