But Rod, ’ I said, ‘you must sleep. ’
‘I daren’t! And you wouldn’t, either, if you knew what it was like. Last night—’ He lowered his voice, and glanced craftily about. ‘Last night I heard noises. I thought there was something at the door, something scratching, wanting to get in. Then I realised that the noise was inside me, that the thing that was scratching was inside me, trying to get out. It’s waiting, you see. It’s all very well them locking me in, but if I go to sleep—’
The creepy factor in this book has gone off the charts!