Toward the noise
The scratching intensified the further she crept down the hall. At the very end stood a door she rarely used—the narrow storage room against the back wall. Her hand hovered over the knob, hesitant, her chest tight with nerves. Then it came again: a bark, louder now, insistent, impossible to ignore. Summoning her courage, Judy twisted the handle and pushed the door open, bracing herself for whatever lay hidden in the darkened room beyond.
Page 16 of 70
