It was a sunny day at the Counterville fair.
Family’s with beaming children were every were; eating fairy floss, going on rides, buying ice cream, winning prizes, and so on.
Every child had a grin on their faces; all but one.
Violet Vilson was not a normal child.
Most kids laugh, and smile, and have heaps of fun at fairs, but not Violet.
In one way or another, she was different.
Nothing could make her smile; let alone laugh!
Violet was wandering around the fair, without the slightest hint of excitement, staring at her house.
From the fair, you could get a good look at Violet’s dreary house, that resembled Dracula’s lair.
It was an enormous building, tall and rickety, as if it might collapse at any moment.
A few people had even knocked on the door, thinking it was a haunted house ride!
Violet’s peace was broken when a large woman let out a shriek of horror!
Oh no. Not again.
Muttered Violet under her breath.
She started to run.
New South Wales, 2020