Tap! Tap!

Tap! TAP!

The floorboards creaked as if someone was walking across the room.

Ellie sat up in bed, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Tap! Tap!

She turned on the light and saw – nothing.

Tap! Tap!

She looked under the bed and in the wardrobe – nothing.

Tap! Tap!

Her eyes welled up. She tried to call mummy but only a strangled sob escaped from her lips.

As she looked at her image in the mirror, the face of a clown appeared. At last she found her voice; her scream cracking the mirror.

“Danny, I’ve told you many times, your sister hates clowns.”