Eerily silent
With a shrug, Lucas agreed, and they set down their cups. Curiosity and quietly, they moved down the hallway, their footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. The house was eerily silent now, amplifying every creak and rustle. The noise, whatever it was, hadn’t repeated, but something about the quiet felt strange. Lucas couldn’t explain it; it was simply a gut feeling.
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