The Garage Door
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Chevie led her to the garage door, which was slightly ajar. Tracey’s heart pounded as she peered inside. The garage was dark, but she could see shapes moving in the shadows.
She took a deep breath and stepped inside, determined to find out what was going on. The dim light revealed a cluttered space, filled with tools and old furniture.
The air was heavy with an unsettling silence. Tracey’s fear mixed with curiosity as she cautiously moved forward, her eyes scanning for any signs of Max or the missing cats.