‘Oh my god! I swear I just saw a face at that window! Oooh, maybe the castle’s haunted?’ Tiff gave a theatrical shiver.
‘Or maybe you’ve been watching too much Supernatural?’ said Chloe. ‘Let’s go in and have a look round. Look, that doorway over there isn’t boarded up properly.’
‘Bloody hell!’ Tiff stepped in a huge dog turd. ‘I’m always so unlucky.’
She wiped her shoe ineffectually on the grass. ‘Oh, come on, let’s just go.’
A pair of black eyes watched them leave. He snarled, fangs glinting in the candlelight as he lashed out with his taloned hands.