DIMITRA was just about to go back into the kitchen when she heard the piercing scream. Her heart skipped. She darted across the hall, hurriedly pushing open Danica’s bedroom door.

“Danica! My dear, what is it?” Dimitra gasped, her eyes scanning the room.

Danica was standing rigid beside her bed, hands trembling as she pointed at the wall. Her eyes were wide with terror, her lips quivering.

“M–mom… right there… it was there…!” she stammered.

Dimitra followed her ...