Footsteps. Definitely footsteps. “What on earth?” Someone mutters. It’s Cook. Uh oh. I grab the tablecloth and scramble to a large cupboard that’s under the sink.

I climb in an shut the door softly, just in time. The door opened and Cook walked in. She was wearing some huge underwear (I peeped out a crack in the cupboard). It was very funny. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop myself giggling – or bursting out laughing. She scratched her head and stared at the light.

“How did….I’m sure I…” She muttered, staring at it. Then she looked over at the sink. “Wasn’t there a…” She stammered, pointing at it. Then she took a step back. And another. “Ghosts!” Sne screeched. “I always knew this place was haunted!”

And shrieking like a banshee, she raced out of the kitchen. I couldn’t help laughing then. Ghosts? There’s no such thing!

I squeezed my things and climbed out of the cupboard and out the door. The front door was locked, obviously, but there was a window that was open. Wide open! I jumped and threw my legs over it and then dropped onto the ground. I was free! I ran over and climbed over the wall and then ran down the road. Free, free, free!!

It’s nearly three weeks later now, and guess where I am! Polly’s house! I’m right outside her humongous front door. Goodness, you should see the size of her house!! Taking a deep breath, I reach out and knock on the door. A woman, a strange woman, opens it. “What do you want?” She snapped rudely at me. Does she live with Polly?

“Um, I’m looking for, um, Polly?” I stammer. I feel shy. The woman frowns. “Polly? Who’s Polly? There’s no Polly living round here!” She snaps. Then she pauses. “You don’t mean…Polly Prectant? The one that used to live here?” She asks. I’m confused. “Used to?” I say. “No, Polly lives here! I’m quite sure!” The woman has a worried face. She puts a cold bony hand on my shoulder. “My dear, Polly Prectant is dead.”