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Mark’s Warning

“This isn’t safe,” Mark continued. “You need to leave the house. I’m calling animal control, but you need to get out now.” John didn’t argue. His instincts were already screaming. He grabbed his keys, threw on a jacket, and rushed to the front door. Behind him, the house creaked again—loud, slow, deliberate. Whatever was up there was on the move.
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