A young girl watches her older sister play but little does she know her sister has something in mind for her
As Katrina quietly tip-toed along the hallway she could hear the gentle tick-tock of the old grandfather clock that stood at the end of the corridor. Street lights shone in though the open bathroom door, providing her with a dim view of where she was going. Her feet made barely any sound on the soft carpeted floor, so when she heard a muffled bang, she stopped. Standing still like a rabbit caught in the headlights, she listened for any more noises. Suddenly it clicked into place in her mind;...