“Polar-Charlie reared up on his hind legs and roared in fright.
This did not help matters – quite the opposite, in fact. From Mrs Shufflebottom and the children’s perspective, a polar bear was now standing in front of them, rearing up to its full heigh and roaring at them at the top of his lungs.”
Charlie McGuffin was being followed.
A malevolent shadow was watching him. Waiting.
Something – or someone – was stalking him through the corridors of the school. A dark presence, menacing, unseen and unknowable –
‘Look, Dylan, I know it’s you following me. I can see you there,’ Charlie said, hands on hips. ‘Can you actually stop? You just look weird doing it. Seriously, Dylan – come out from behind the pillar.’