Finally able to sleep, Brian is woken during the night and goes to investigate – all the while thinking about crazed killers and serial killers, sure that his Sponge Bob pajama pants will put the fear of God into them.
The darkened hallway seemed endless. It was only a few feet to the top of the stairs, but it took forever to cover the distance. Trying to control his breathing, Brian held the staff in front of him like a sword. Six feet of tapered, hardwood filled him with confidence and he moved silently down the stairs, avoiding the squeaky seventh step.
Moonlight filtered through the drapes in the living room, casting ghostly shadows in the big, open room. He did a quick inspection before continuing to the back of the house. The sound he’d heard was almost directly under his room and he was right over the kitchen and…
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