My phone buzzed. Emily’s messages were badly spelt and rushed, she was telling me that houses were moving. Things had changed, things weren’t right and people were watching her.
I dropped what I was doing, jumped in the car and went to her. She was pale and scared, she sobbed in the car and it was obvious that she wasn’t well enough to go to school.
It wasn’t only Emily who was scared now.

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