Sammy walked towards the big scary door. She'd been visiting her nan, and her nan being the little 'I'm so old I know everything' kind of nan she'd told Sammy that some people in the REALLY big house around the corner. So she'd made cupcakes. It was the kinda thing Sammy did. Holding the container of
cupcakes under one arm she knocked on the door three times and waited. Wondering who her nan had been spying on this time.