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Flip-Flops and Fear

He slid into his flip-flops and stood under the attic hatch, staring up at the rope. If he pulled it, the ladder would drop—and he’d be face to face with whatever was up there. His body screamed to stop. But he had to know. He reached up, took a breath, and tugged. The hatch creaked open, revealing only darkness.
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