It was midnight and Sophie was brushing her lush brown hair that she had just taken out of her beautiful bun and her eyes became heavy, ready for sleep, when she caught a glimpse of a little girl in a cobalt blue dress at the corner of her eye reflected in the mirror in front of her.
Sophie started for a moment and looked behind her, but the little girl had gone. She shrugged this off as a sleepy hallucination and continued brushing her hair.
Crash went the vase at the other end of the bedroom, smashing into pieces on the floor making Sophia stand up in a start.
What on earth caused that? She thought. She started to become anxious, alone in the house with no children of her own and no pets for the cause. She decided to get downstairs fast to phone her husband who was on his nightshift at Donaldi’s a restaurant in town.
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