…The deafening screams echoed through the cold night…

The man inside the van quivered, a chill processed down his spine. He was frozen. Slowly he lunged towards the heater when suddenly the house loomed up ahead of him. 

The van halted, its brakes screeching violently as the wheels shuddered on the gravel. The man grabbed the package and staggered towards the house. He knocked on the door and slowly stepped backwards. The door creaked open and out stepped a girl…

THE DEAFENING SCREAMS ECHOED THROUGH THE COLD NIGHT.

“ Mummy come look at this, my pretty pink tutu has finally arrived!” the little girl squealed, racing towards the package.

LACHLAN – YEAR 8