Seventh Son by PHlLOMENA MUINZER
Read by Frances Tomelty ' She looked out to the yard, the dark sky hanging over frozen muck. the hens scurrying like big balls of crumpled paper in the wind. What a dreadful day it was. Perhaps she fancied a wander over the fields. What a silly thought.
Imagine living in a house this length of time and suddenly being afraid in it ...
Producer JUDITH ELLIOTT BBC Northern Ireland