Shreeya stares around the dark hall. A spider 
crawled up the mouldy window, cobwebs hung from 
the corner of the room and a broken wall. The house smelt of mould and abandoned . From the side of the room, where it was quiet dark , came of the 
sound of something scratching, something scraping, something alive . But she had no worry about that Shreeya hid in a large cupboard and waited.