Krindle Krax

"H...h...hello, is anyone there?" inquired Anne.

Nobody replied, she was all by herself at 11:45 pm. All by herself she knew that when Krindle Krax attacked nobody would be able to save her.

"CLANG!"

" Arrrghhh! Who is there?" demanded Anne quivering.

Again, nobody replied. After that she learnt that it was just little Charlie sleep walking. When would he learn? Suddenly a bike outside Mr and Mrs Smiths house fell. Even though that Anne knew it was just Charlie she jumped back, realising it could have been Krindle Krax seems he was getting closer to quivering Anne.

Shivering and chattering because of the teampature (not forgetting what she was wearing) which was: Miniscule little pink glasses that sat on the end of her nose, a new and clean pale pink night dress with little white flowers painted on. And covering her surprisingly large feet were vast pink fluffy slipper. But none of them made her warmer.

Listening carefully for Krindle Krax all she could hear was faint snores from her neighbours: Mr and Mrs Smith, who ran a famous food catering company with their little son Charlie.