He came in the back door and sat down at the table. He shoveled down every morsel.

Goldilocks looked horrified. The porridge was all gone. Milk was splashed on the floor.

She heard a soft growl as she stood there and stared. She shivered and her hair stood on end as a spoon floated up and spun in the air.

A chair pulled itself out. It wasn’t the hard chair or the soft chair or the tiny chair made for her size. It was covered in spider’s webs and she wasn’t Miss Moffit.

No-one was there. Not even a bear.