Thump! Loud and frightening. Made by something big. Poppy sat up suddenly, her eyes flitting towards the sound which still echoed in her head. Had that noise come from inside there? How could that be?
This story was conceived when I was about to start my degree dissertation. I’d been researching the figure of the child in horror literature, and was about to write some 8000 words on it. It seemed like a good idea to write a horror story about a child. Poppy is, I hope, a pretty believable six-year-old girl. The story is about her belief in a monster, the kind that favours the underside of children’s beds. But the real point of the story is about the nature of childhood innocence – and one little girl’s battle for it.