‘The screen door bangs shut. The silence that follows is like the collective intake of breath between the split second a guillotine falls and when it thuds home … Unable to get a clear shot, he rips the bed away from the wall. I scream as the first lick of the electric cord stings my back …’
Imagine a gaggle of little children sitting down to dinner with their mother when suddenly everything goes black. You can’t see in front of you but you know you must hide. Daddy’s home. He’s turned off the power – and he’s coming for you, any one of you.