A heavy darkness
Hours passed slowly under the cloak of darkness. Samantha and Mr. Hensley stayed low, peeking from behind her curtains and porch railings. The neighborhood looked calm on the surface, but they both knew something might stir in the shadows. When the clock finally hit 2 a.m., they saw a dark figure creeping across the yard, shuffling toward the jar with slow, heavy steps.
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