Purple and white swirls on the wallpaper downstairs and a front door that appeared to be made of bubbled glass. Whoever lived here had hideous taste. My dad would have a fit about the colour clashes when he woke up. I opened the bubbly door and stepped out into a front garden. A path led to a gate and I made my way along it, trying to spot the children I’d seen from the upstairs window. They were hanging around outside the house next door, and I could just about make them out through the bushes. One of them – a girl, I think – appeared to be completely wrapped in bandages. Maybe this was some kind of bizarre hospital, and she’d been in a terrible accident. She didn’t seem to be in any pain, though. One of her friends, meanwhile, didn’t look very well at all: his skin was so pale he looked like he’d seen a ghost and he had black rings around his eyes. Oh – and he was wearing a vampire cape. Things were getting weirder and weirder.
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