I've just woken at dawn, drenched in sweat. I was walking through th
e palace gardens, here at Whitehall. It had just stopped raining and the birds were singing. I was on my way to help Katherine do the Queen's hair, when, suddenly, this cold, deathly ha
nd - a child's hand, sprang up through the grass and clutched my ankle and tried to pull me down, down into the damp earth.
I woke up screaming, with Miggy shaking me roughly awake.
Written by David Cain - October 23 2013