“ ‘It’s probably a fox or something like that. Shall we have a look?’ Katie whispered with a devilish grin on her face. Chantalle hesitated for a moment.
   ‘All right.’
   Katie jumped off the swing, landing on tip toes without a sound, and nodded her head towards the bushes. Chantalle reluctantly followed in her footsteps. As they crept up, they paused to listen for any sounds from the inside. Everything was as dead and quiet as a mausoleum at midnight. Even the air stood still. Chantalle was going to say that it’s probably gone, whatever it was, but Katie stopped her by putting a finger to her lips. They crawled through the opening. Ghostly gloom filled the undergrowth. At first they did not see anything.
   ‘Oh my God! Look!’ Chantalle shrieked and pointed to a small dark splodge in the grass.
   ‘What is it?’
   They came closer to look. It was a cat, or rather what was left of it – a tiny bloody corpse. As they stood covering their mouths, the most awful sound made Chantalle’s chest tighten with a sick feeling. A low growl. Right behind them. They turned around slowly, as if submerged in water, to glowing eyes and exposed bloody fangs.”

Chantalle is scared all the time and even a walk in the park is an ordeal. Her parents give her a puppy for her birthday to help her overcome her irrational fear of dogs. But, as far as Chantalle is concerned, her fear is very rational. She still has nightmares about that night. Could her eccentric grandmother’s piano music and fantastic stories unlock the secret?