She knew her gran had been a pack rat and kept all her childhood stuff, and one summer she’d been a proud member of the ‘Bantam Bama Batters.’ Finally, her shaking fingers landed on the pink baseball bat with the Barbie stickers that nine-year-old Harper had loved. It wasn’t the most lethal looking thing, but it was all she had. So help her, she would break someone’s skull open if they tried any funny business! The noise came again, making Harper jump. The stairs creaked loudly under her feet and she quickly jumped down to the next step, praying it would be quieter. This was becoming the start to every bad slasher movie she’d ever seen! Harper reached the bottom of the stairs without further incident and rushed forward to check the front door; it was still locked. She moved silently through the dark house and tried the back door and then all the windows. Nothing had been disturbed or left open. The sound came again, a scraping noise and then a heavy thump. Harper was finally able to pinpoint the source… …the basement.
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