The high pitched scream sent ice coursing through their veins and made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.
They looked up to where the sound came from and immediately rushed towards the stairs, tripping over each other as they both reached for the hand rail to steady their ascent.
At the top of the stairs they turned right, hoping they wouldn’t be too late.
The scream was echoing around the hallway and drove the sound through to their skulls.
The door was closed. Not a good sign.
As they pushed it open the sound exploded. In the middle of the room was a five-year-old child who had just ripped the head off of the four-year-old’s favourite doll.
Here we go.