Imagine a person. She has a bit of a tummy from a pregnancy some seven months ago along with short hair (don’t look too close or you’ll see the grey) and black rimmed glasses. She must be pleased to see you as she’s waving.
But then. Wait a minute.
On closer inspection you find she isn’t waving. What is she doing?
You look where she is. In a house. With ironing, clutter, washing, nappies and recycling.
As you peer closer you do a double take. Surely those aren’t eyes? And a mouth too? It's opening...Good grief. It can’t be.
The house is turning into a monster.
She isn’t waving. She’s signalling for help. The house is about to eat the girl, whole.
Gulp.
