Rory ffoulkes

I’ve spent my life gripped by fear of dying in a dream ever since Richard Wells – a grown man in a boy’s body – told us in the playground one break time that ‘if you die in a dream, you die for real’.   How could anyone possibly know that?, I reasoned to myself, […]

He could sit still in the dark like this for hours, just waiting.   Others might smoke, watch TV on mute or help themselves to things in the fridge.   But he’d trained himself not to do anything that might give away his presence or leave a trace. No lights flashing under the door or