Matt crept through the doorway and flipped the light switch, lighting a third of the basement. Each step creaked and groaned, torturing his thoughts. He paused on the final step and noticed the toilet. He dared himself to turn around and look into the dark corners, eliminating potential threats, but then decided he’d better not.
The sound paralyzed him. He felt a small, almost insignificant breeze blow over his shoulder.
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