Tiffany and Jeff, a match made in heaven or hell?
I thought I was in a Mills & Boon novel, something I’ve spent over half a century avoiding, until events decidedly ventured towards Stephen King and beyond. It very soon entered spine tingling goosebumps territory. Before I had a chance to take more than a mouthful of my tea and bite of my jammy dodger I was knee deep in body parts and blood. Oh my goodness, I reached the end of the story, scarily scared, paranoid about nice people and with a cup of cold tea and a half eaten biscuit. Excellent.