No More Secrets

Immediately after that, the door of the wardrobe creaks open. I hear a baby crying. Two fluorescent arms protrude from the gaping doorway. They envelop the room in a mysterious, greenish light. The fingers have no nails, but long, sharp claws. In one of the clenched fists, two whimpering kittens struggle. In the other hand, a razor-sharp butcher's knife gleams. "Don't do that! Don't do that!" I shudder.
A shrill laugh is the only response.
Behind the window of Het Park, an unknown man waves to Wout. At unexpected moments, the man keeps popping up. Who is he? Why is he so secretive?
Together with his friend, Dries, Wout tries to unravel the mystery.
Everyone has something to say, but no one divulges everything. Even Wout's mother doesn't tell the whole truth.
Will that old lady with her chattering teeth and fiery red lips reveal the secrets?