"There's nothing in the wardrobe, Michael. You're safe. Please go to sleep now." "Can you check under the bed again, please?" Wearily,...

"Here, Trick!" He's calling me again. Reluctantly I trot over, tongue lolling out of my snout. "Who's a good boy?!" Not me. Why do you...

They sat huddled in the basement, the eerie sound of he air raid siren emanating from the abandoned television in the living room above....