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Upstairs, Annabel was awake. She lay rock still, listening to Tommy Tricky and his twin whisper under her bed.

“Let’s get her.”

“No, not yet.”

“But I want her.”

“Leave her!”

I’m going mad, Annabel thought. Stark raving mad.

There was no such thing as Tommy Tricky. But here she was, listening to his voice. And there were two of him.

Knowing that she had gone insane gave her a weird sense of peace. She just lay there, not moving, listening to the little men scuttle around under her bed.