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The house at the end of the street looked quite ordinary, at first glance. It had four windows, each wearing fussy net curtains, a sturdy blue front door and flower-filled hanging baskets on either side of the porch. The number thirteen glittered in the morning sunlight. If it hadn’t been for the two stone lions at the edge of the driveway, I might have continued on my way to school and never noticed anything unusual at all.
I’d seen a few statues in my time, even visited the those big lions in Trafalgar Square, so I knew what they should look like; grey and heavy, as though they wouldn’t topple over in the wind. Their eyes weren’t normally a burning, crimson red. And they didn’t tend to blink. Not ever.
At first, I thought I’d imagined it...
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