Choosing his weapon
Each step toward the porch made Jason’s resolve sharpen. His grip on the makeshift weapon tightened. He muttered to himself, “We’re not imagining this.
Someone was inside last night.” Behind him, Emily trembled, torn between running and following. The forest around them pressed close, suffocating in its stillness. Jason reached the door, ready to confront whatever hid in the dark.
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