The floorboards creaked as if someone was walking across the room.
Ellie sat up in bed, her eyes as wide as saucers.
She turned on the light and saw – nothing.
She looked under the bed and in the wardrobe – nothing.
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.”