Empty Attic
John climbed up and slowly searched the attic. Dusty boxes lined the space, casting eerie shapes under the flashlight’s beam.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, Max,” John muttered. But Max continued sniffing around, clearly agitated, though unable to identify the source.
The attic remained still, and eventually, the house returned to silence, leaving John both slightly comforted and deeply perplexed.
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