Games of London

A four year old boy sat on the hard wood floor of an old Victorian style house, his fingers skimming over the Egyptian glyphs on the creamy page before him. His blond locks curled over his eyes, jumping up and down as he giggled. The glyphs shimmered and jumped across the page unnaturally.

The wind howled and a heavy oak door slammed shut making the small boy jump with fear. He looked up, his big brown eyes shining the book of Egyptian mythology forgotten. Heavy footsteps echoed on the varnished hard wood floor.