QUINNSomething creaked behind the door.This time, the sound was softer, like whatever was behind it was being extra careful not to alert anyone.Yet it was enough to bring all the nerves in my body to sharp awareness.I stalled in the middle of the motel room, my fingers slowly tightening at my sides, my breathing shallow, controlled, yet heavy.My eyes were fixated on the door.Someone was behind it, I was sure. My stomach tightened, like it was doing flips, sending nauseating waves of anxiety across my body.Who could have traced me back to the motel again? The question forced my brain to pause for a moment.I inhaled slowly. There was no reason to fear anymore. I had seen it all. Fear was no longer new to me.I moved closer to the door anyway. I had to be brave. Standing still was worse.There, it was now still, no footsteps, voice or sound, but the presence was there. They lay still, waiting for me.Quickly, I made a sharp calculation, just in case it would become necessary. My
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