"Claire" Annie called from the kitchen, the rusty radio blasting 80s music.Claire hoped out of bed fitting her fury slippers on her feet. As she ran down the landing I grabbed her ankles sending her pink slippers flying down the stairs.I put a hand over her mouth.She panicked , kicked and screamed. Don't go down Claire." It's me. Annie. She's not who she says she is". "Who is she then?."All Rights Reserved