The fronts of houses rushed past her in the mist. None of their lights seemed to be on. Even if they were it didn’t prove the house was occupied; even if it was, they mightn’t answer the door. Not in time. She’d seen how fast the Spindly at Witchbrook had moved. She was fit enough, but wouldn’t o...
In the passenger seat, Dani’s eyelids drooped. Stay awake. Stay awake. At the corner of her eye she could feel the driver eyeing her up. Rain hit the windscreen like specks of grit. A car’s oncoming headlights flared; Dani squinted, sat up straight. Up ahead, hills; Dunwich Road cut through them ...