George Ross

The Boy

The boy would be safe here, tucked up inside the toy cupboard. Surely, he would be safe. He had no idea what was going on outside now that Mummy and Daddy had stopped screaming, and the men had stopped shouting. The remaining sounds, the snarls and the wet ripping noises, were alien to him, made more terrifying by their relative quiet in comparison to the storm of screams that had gone before.