“What the hell was that?” His heart thumped as he sat up, fear gripping him. He sat still, waiting to hear any more noise. Slowly, he pushed the covers off and reached for the baseball bat resting beside his bed. His fingers tightened around it. He walked towards the door and opened it gently, careful not to make a sound. The hallway stretched before him, dim and quiet. He tiptoed down the stairs holding the bat up firmly, ready to swing. With each step, his heartbeat grew even louder. When he reached the last step, he paused and listened again, but there was nothing, just silence. His fingers trembled as he reached for the light switch, not sure what was lurking in the dark, not sure what he would see. He flicked the lights on. As the room lit up, his stomach churned. “What the hell?” He gasped. The sitting room was disheveled. Furniture overturned, papers scattered across the floor like someone had been searching for something desperately. Papers? He dropped the bat and lo
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