creaking stairsI opened my eyes and looked around the dark room. The curtains over the windows were drawn, but there was still the faint glow of the street lamp filtering through the fabric. Then I heard a creaking noise on the steps. That’s what must have wakened me. My sister who shared the room with me was away at college. So I couldn’t wake her up to ask if she’d heard anything nor solicit her assurance that it was nothing. I was there all by myself.

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