SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE IN THE SUPERNATURAL
She didn't believe in the supernatural.
But she'd been hearing strange, inexplicable noises in the middle of the night. Scraping and scratching. Whimpering and wheezing. This was something Inhuman. She was convinced of it. The floors creaked. Doors squealed. Bangs and thuds and scamperings.
She couldn't sleep. She could feel a presence.
But she didn't find it that terrifying. Instead she felt a morbid fascination, an excitement even.
He didn't have the heart to tell her the people downstairs had a dog.
But she'd been hearing strange, inexplicable noises in the middle of the night. Scraping and scratching. Whimpering and wheezing. This was something Inhuman. She was convinced of it. The floors creaked. Doors squealed. Bangs and thuds and scamperings.
She couldn't sleep. She could feel a presence.
But she didn't find it that terrifying. Instead she felt a morbid fascination, an excitement even.
He didn't have the heart to tell her the people downstairs had a dog.
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