Short Story: The Shining

So much could have gone wrong…that night I was hiding in the wheelie-bin. It had been emptied, scrubbed clean, and we thought it a funny joke for me to hide in there with an axe…

Okay, back-up. You see, one summer we had an aunty and uncle staying with us, they’d just moved back to the region and were house-hunting and they lived for a few months in the …