The crack in Amelia’s wall had simply appeared one day out of nowhere. It hadn’t been there when she’d left her room, but when she’d returned after school, there it was.
Amelia didn’t like it.
Her Aunt Sharon said it was just a crack, lots of old houses got them, but Amelia knew this wasn’t that kind of crack. This crack came from someplace else. At night, when she was in bed, she could hear something whispering, like a voice. It came from the crack.
Amelia needed someone who knew about cracks.
So like a good girl, she asked Santa.