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Ladder rolling down

With a swift motion, the attic’s ladder rolled down, creaking softly as it extended to the floor. The opening above yawned like a mouth waiting to swallow him whole. John put one foot on the bottom rung, then another, each step measured and tense. He shone his flashlight into the pitch-black hole above. His head would breach the attic floor first, so he lifted his arm to shield it. Every instinct screamed: be ready.
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