Attic hatch
He stood up and cautiously moved toward the center of the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above. His attic hatch was just a few feet away in the hall, a small square in the plaster that led to the dark space above. His heart pounded harder as he debated whether he should check it. The longer he stared, the more threatening that simple square of wood began to feel.
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