The Silence That Followed
Arthur froze in place, his hand still against the door, his eyes wide as if the scream had rooted him there. Rose clutched the blanket tightly to her chest, shaking uncontrollably. And then, as suddenly as it began, the scream stopped. The silence that followed was worse than the noise itself, suffocating, heavy, complete. The house stood perfectly still again, as if it had never spoken at all. But both of them knew better.
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