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The Hatch

The attic hatch was just outside his bedroom. John crept into the hallway and stared up at it. A faint dragging noise echoed from above—something shifting weight, scraping lightly against floorboards. His gut twisted. This wasn’t normal animal behavior. Whatever was up there had mass. It had presence. He stood frozen in place, unsure whether to investigate or run.
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