“Hello,” she called out, moving with soft steps down the hallway.

The only reply was the sound of a cupboard door closing.

“Who’s there,” she called out, the anxiety in her voice rising.

The clatter of a saucepan, the fridge door closing, the sound of a knife on a chopping board.

“Is anybody there?” she cried.

“Yes, me,” replied the apparition. “Would you like a sandwich?”




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