Something rustled outside her window. She sat up straight in bed and strained her ears to listen. It sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. Drawing in her breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. The scratching continued. Goosebumps covered her arms as she scrambled out of bed and bolted for the door. She tiptoed down the dark corridor, her hand gliding across the brick wall to feel for the door to her brother’s room. When she found the knob, she flung the door wide open. “Sam!” she whispered, but no one answered. He was a deep sleeper. Usually, it took more than calling his name to wake him. She jumped on the bed, grabbed his arm and yanked as hard as she could, her leg kicking against the bedframe. “Sam? Wake up!” Sam tossed and groaned. “Go away.” “You gotta wake up. There’s something outside my window,” Emily said. He pushed her hand aside and turned his back on her. “It was just a dream. Now go back to sleep.” She shook his arm again. “No, it wasn’t.
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