Uneasy Silence
John crept across the room, shuffling his feet softly so as not to alert whatever lingered above. His nerves pulsed as he reached the attic hatch, eyes fixed on the cord dangling down. One pull would expose the truth, but hesitation gripped him. If he didn’t open it, he could cling to the illusion of safety. Yet leaving it shut meant living with the terrifying unknown overhead, waiting for its moment.
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