Peter
Carr
The
day began well enough...
The
children were out enjoying the snow. Indoors all was flutter and bustle, for
this was Little Christmas, and everyone was looking forward to the evening's
festivities.
At
about three o'clock in the afternoon, however, it became almost unnaturally
calm - so calm that voices floated between farmhouses more than a mile apart.
The temperature soared, until by evening the heat had become sickly. Something
strange was happening.
No-one
knew exactly what. Maybe it was just as well.
For
what followed was a nightmare. What followed was the most terrifying night
of their lives...
