ou let Stacey go, and you walk down the driveway to the sheds. The sheds are pretty wrecked too but they’re still twice the size of your previous house. They’re covered in cobwebs: looks like no-one’s been in there for twenty years. You clear away as many of the cobwebs as you can, but it’s not easy. Heaps of them cling to you. But you push the old green door open and squeeze into the room.

Right away you see a terrifying sight. There’s a human figure standing there, dressed in white lace and staring straight at you. You scream and turn to run. Then you realise you’re looking at a mirror. Those cobwebs sure have stuck to your clothes. They’re trailing behind you like a wedding dress.

You walk through to the next room. There’s another mirror here, because you see yourself once again standing facing you, and draped in cobwebs. Then you notice something funny. The you that is looking at you seems a bit different. In the dim light you peer harder, trying to work out what it is. Then you realise. The person’s got no skin. No skin and no flesh! Apart from that, no problem. Perfectly normal. Just no skin and no flesh, that’s all. No skin! No flesh! That’s not a mirror you’re looking in! There’s a skeleton right there, dressed in nothing but cobwebs! Oh no! This can’t be happening! This is your worst nightmare, ever! This is worse than your worst nightmare. You’ve never actually had a nightmare this bad!

It’s hard to move. You feel like you’re Superglued to the floor. You wish you’d asked Stacey to come with you after all. You wish someone would come running to help you. But as you stand there, your heart racing, your legs paralysed, your eyes staring, you realise there’s not much chance of help. Your parents are hard at work in the new house, Stacey could be anywhere in the street by now: it might be all up to you. You’ve never felt so totally alone in your whole life.