The shouting almost deafened every ear that was contended to hear it. Every child in each bed, which was about twenty, of the same room that had one window and plenty of book shelves covered their ears as they heard Miss Jane Hamilton, who was the head of this orphanage manor, speaking her voice in an astoundingly loud execution that all of the children who usually thought of her as nothing more than a strict stuck up were now in genuine fright of her seemingly malevolent presence. Her eyes were widened in a strictly horrifying gesture, her wrinkles seemed cracked and her face as grey as the book of Frankenstein itself. She was scarier than Frankenstein. Then, peculiarly, she changed her attitude and voice...