Heavy stomps
His eyes snapped open, heart pounding against his ribs. He lay frozen for a moment, listening intently. At first, he thought maybe something had fallen over, a random shift of stored items. But when the noise repeated—loud, heavy stomps against the attic floor—his blood ran cold. Something was up there. The deliberate rhythm of the sounds told him this was no accident. Something alive was moving across his attic.
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