Evolving sound

For a long moment, he remained perfectly still, his breathing slow and controlled. Then, as if testing him, another faint thud echoed from above. This time, it was softer—less like stomping, more like something shifting its weight. A slow, dragging sound followed, like something scraping against the wooden floorboards. The subtle change was worse than before. It wasn’t random. Whatever was up there was adjusting, moving with chilling intent.
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