The footsteps became louder as whoever -or whatever- it was approached the surface. Eva held her breath and curled up tightly in a ball. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could feel the thing near her.
Maybe it won’t see me. Maybe it will leave.
Time stopped as she waited, her body curled with her hands over her head. Her neck began to hurt. There was no sound to be heard at all excerpt the far-off chortling of the birds.
Has it gone back down?
‘CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DISPOSE OF THIS I went to Hans-ome Cheeses and Bought This Cheese PLAQUE,’ Mrs Smith roared, kicking it with her talon straight at Netty’s face. ‘WE’LL DECIDE WHO WINS THE FINAL ROUND WHEN WE SEE HOW YOU’VE DONE WITH MY SHOPPING LISTS.’ And, with that, she flew out of the room, leaving a foul-smelling trail as she went.