neverforgethem14

A jerky movement catches a tired eye. The doll in the cupboard isn't twirling, her movements uneven and failing. Weathered hands carefully cradle the porcelain girl.         "Where are you? I need you to tell me what room you're in." Slower and slower the figure struggles, and she's set gently down on a wooden work-table.        "Yeah, we've got an overdose. 15-year old girl on Brook Road. Sweetie, you need to stay on the phone with me." The figure is no longer  beautiful porcelain, her eyes are dim and her dress is fraying.        "The paramedics are there, they should be coming up the stairs. You can put down your phone now, honey."

This is the beginning of hopefully a picture book, please be nice. Aimed at "younger" kids.  It was a starry night in England when a special little monster went wandering down Jabbering Road. The wind howled like a wolf over the stout rooftops, and all the children in the town were sleeping in their beds. Well, except one. Her name was Anna. Anna was awake because she had another nightmare, and she started to cry; she was so tired of having nightmares!  "My dreams are never happy!" she wailed And at that very moment, a certain monster was making his way past her window, and heard little Anna's yell. He gave a snu