1. Footsteps

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I heard them again--creak, pound, thud. I couldn't blame it on my imagination this time.

They were close. Heart thudding in my chest, I stepped down onto the floor. Darkness hung in thick curtains around me.

Creak, pound, thud, once more. My breath caught as I reached for a flashlight.

Creak, pound, thud, coming closer. Closer. Right in front of me. 

I clicked the light on and slowly lifted my eyes...


The cold air crashed into me as my eyelids flew open. Light fluttered in from my window, illuminating my room.

I sighed, sinking into my pillow.

Only a dream.

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