Into the Cold Night
Heart pounding, John grabbed his jacket and keys, fumbling as he bolted for the door. Mark pressed him over the phone, “Don’t think—just go.” The cold night air hit John’s face like a shock as he stepped outside. Locking the door behind him, he glanced back at the dark attic window. The thought of the bear lurking just above his bedroom ceiling made his skin crawl. He wasn’t safe yet.
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