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Christina and Katherine stood as still as they could. The lights in the hallway shut off. Christina gasped and closed her eyes. Her heart was the only thing that moved. Her whole being turned freezing cold, and it wasn't from the wind outside. She wanted to escape this nightmare and climb out of the open window, but she couldn't leave her brother.

Christina plunged into whatever courage she could find, and with the small amount, she turned slowly around and walked to the stairs. Katherine was just as winded as Christina, the recent shock sucking the life out of both girls. Katherine didn't know what to say to Christina, or if she should say anything. She felt incredibly guilty.

Christina began her alerted descent down the hard stairs. She tried her best to keep her footsteps quiet, but the stairs didn't want to cooperate. She was thankful when she reached the bottom, her head darting from the upstairs landing to the living room. Katherine took a quick glance at the front door, the exit to what could be have been her safety, but she snapped back into vigilance mode as Christina floated into the living room.

Their eyes dashed through the room. It looked empty in hindsight, but to make sure, Christina edged over to the settee and peered behind. Nothing. Her heart gave a cry of relief, if only for a second. She then looked at the kitchen door, wide open and concealing whatever could be behind it. Christina carefully put one foot in front of the other until she reached it. She swung it open. Nothing.

As much as she loved not facing the clown that invaded Christina's home, she wanted the inevitable meeting to be over with so she could have Christopher back. A moment lost in her thoughts continued as Christina performed her run-through of the house. Next was the kitchen. And just like before, she put one foot carefully in front of the other as she glided to her next destination. It got colder as she got closer. Katherine grabbed her hand.

Christina passed the threshold into the kitchen. The darkening sky provided basic light, producing a faint trail to shine through the top of the conservatory and into the kitchen. Christina needed something to defend herself with, and while she contemplated grabbing a chair, her eyes looked around for something smaller and more effective. She found something on the counter in the far corner and ran to it – a knife on the drainer beside the sink.

The clown, and Christopher, weren't in the kitchen. Christina reached Katherine and they both turned, shaking, to the glass conservatory doors. They passed the table, reached the doors, and looked inside. The trees surrounding Christina's garden made the conservatory hard to see into, blocking out the limited sunlight provided by a rapidly retreating sun, now moving behind the gathering clouds and making way for the silver moon to rise up over the house. Christina placed her hand on the icy glass. It was suicide to go inside, but she had to, even if she was killed by her worst fear.

Katherine opened the door when she realised Christina had frozen. Christina stopped her inner whimpering and plucked up more dormant courage to force herself inside.

It was too dark to see. She kept looking forward, clutching the knife in one hand and reaching out with the other. Christina and Katherine carefully walked forward, Katherine keeping one step behind for back-up.

Christina ambled in a new direction, tip-toeing further into the conservatory. She swung her arm around to make sure she wouldn't hit anything. They could only make out shapes. Then Christina stopped. She could hear breathing coming from someone other than Katherine.

"Christopher?" Christina whispered. She stood as still as she could to listen out for anything. But the room turned unearthly quiet. Even Katherine stopped breathing.

A bang and explosion of light erupted in the sky, illuminating the entire conservatory. Christina and Katherine ignored the mysterious explosion of sparks outside and kept their attention solely on the scene in front of them.

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