The wall began to quake, the rotten wood splintering like long thin fingers pulling apart. A loud booming laugh began to resonate, it seemed, from every corner of existence.

He could no longer hear the chirping of birds in the great oak tree. Not a sound pierced the surreal silence, unnatural for the busy city of London, except for the relentless creaking that Lee made with each step. Shut up! What the bloody hell? Stop Creaking!