That night, Podkin, Pook and Paz sat at the dinner table nibbling on their oat bread in silence. After what had happened they had nothing to say. Instead,they thought through the day over and over in their minds, how their mother had been taken to the gorm and consumed and how their Aunt had been killed before their eyes. Podkin shivered, he didn’t like the thought, however he couldn’t think of anything to say, so he took one last bite and left. He lay in bed, along with Paz and Pook, continuing with his thoughts. As it struck midnight, Podkin got out of bed, he couldn’t sleep with everything swooping around his troubled mind.He tiptoed down the stairs but then he noticed something on the clock. It was blue and had a sense of magic. Within seconds Podkin was hypnotised by it’s beauty, all he had come down for was a snack but what happened was very different.He stumbled towards the clock not once taking his eye of the blue light, it was getting bigger by each step he took. By the time he was close the blue light was big enough for him to step through and being hypnotised, he did…He woke up in a chamber, a familiar chamber. It was from his church. He looked around and noticed blood on the altar, glass in the seats and the bible had a red handprint on the first page. He then smelt rotten flesh mainly coming from the stained glass windows…At the back of the church he heard a creek. Instantly, he turned around then he saw a shadow growing bigger.He checked around for a hiding spot and settled his sight on the front row of seats.He sprinted over to them and then ducked, pulling down his one ear but managing to sneak a sight of the figure…He was from the gorm. Podkin grabbed the nearest pillows and hid behind them he sat in fear of what would happen next. Couldn’t he have just gone to sleep, then none of this would have happened.