Peeking through the curtains
Startled, John stood up in one smooth motion. He ran toward the kitchen window, the same one he had looked through that morning. When Joh arrived, he hesitated for a moment before peeking through the curtains. The foliage in the old oak tree at the far end of the yard seemed alive, swaying unnaturally back and forth. John squinted his eyes, trying to see what could have caused this. And that’s when he saw it.
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