The creak of wood rang out like a gunshot in the silence. It came from upstairs, though it seemed to permeate the entirety of the house like oil slicking through the hallways. Will’s head jerked up, his eyes searching the landing above. “Hello?” he said, his voice hollow and tinny. Only silence answered him. It’s […]
via Record, a Story in Drabbles – part IV — Smeared Black Ink
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