Intruders
Mark confirmed this question and asked his aunt what was going on. “What is it, Aunt Marcia? Why are you whispering?” he asked, his concern growing. The old woman continued in a low, shaky voice and explained that there were people walking on her property whom she didn’t recognize. They looked sketchy, she said, and were snooping around the barn where the truck had been stored. A sense of dread washed over Mark.
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