Following the Sounds

John followed the faint noises through the darkened house, heart pounding. Max led the way with focused intensity, stopping at the attic entrance.

John froze, staring at the wooden ladder. “The attic?” he murmured. Max barked again, more urgent this time.

Summoning his courage, John took a breath. “Alright… let’s check it out.” He gripped the ladder, his palms clammy with cold sweat.

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