Someone’s Coming
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As Tracey turned to leave, she heard the door above creak open. Footsteps echoed down the stairs. She quickly hid behind a stack of boxes, her heart racing.
She held her breath, praying she wouldn’t be found. The unexpected intrusion heightened the danger. Tracey’s fear was palpable as she tried to stay calm and silent.
The footsteps grew louder, each step a reminder of the peril she was in. But more than that was an almost animalistic growl that accompanied the steps. She knew she had to remain hidden and avoid detection to protect herself and ultimately find Max.