Charles' head snapped up and he stared towards the cupboards. "I heard it," he whispered to Piper. He stood slowly, moving unconsciously between her and the kitchen itself as if to protect her from whatever it was in there.
Then he heard it. "Charles," the voice whispered, sounding like words on the wind. "Little Charlie Dodgson."
Charles audibly gasped and then he felt his knees give way. He cried out as he crashed to the floor, and then crawled backwards so fast his head slammed into the wall behind him.