The Roar Above
The sound echoed through the attic, undoing his careful quiet. Whatever lurked above responded instantly with a deep, terrifying roar. Panic shot through John as he scrambled back down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed. Gasping for air, he checked his phone. The caller was Mark—of all people, the one tied to the Discord group investigating the strange nest-like object. John’s pulse raced. Timing couldn’t have been worse.
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