Not done yet
Jason groaned. “Probably a raccoon,” he said, rolling over dismissively. But Emily wasn’t convinced. “That’d be one enormous raccoon,” she whispered sharply, eyes locked on the wall.
Her nerves screamed at her that something wasn’t right. Jason yawned, unconcerned, but Emily couldn’t shake the dread crawling over her skin. The thumps carried weight, intention. This wasn’t the noise of wildlife.
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