Harlow

Wood creaks below my feet as I climb the stairs, Lennon and Ringo barking wildly behind me.

I’m not sure if I’m looking for a better vantage point or a place to hide.

I turn on the light once in my bedroom and quickly close the blinds.

As I turn, a voice cries out in the distance and I freeze, paralyzed where I stand.

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