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Trish Barkley was awakened by a sound somewhere in the big old house. Had she really heard something, or had she been dreaming? The sound came again and, startled, Trish jumped up in bed.
But who could it be? Her husband, Len, was sleeping soundly next to her in their big king-sized bed. Her niece, Libby, who had arrived just that morning to spend a few weeks with her Aunt Trish and Uncle Len and their family, was sleeping in the guest room right next door to Trish’s and Len’s master bedroom. And, listening now, Trish could tell that all was quiet from within the guest room.
That left her children, whose separate bedrooms were farther down the hall of the second floor, Doug, Diane, and Stu. The three teenagers each had their own bedroom so Trish knew it wasn’t the sound of them talking or roughhousing that had awakened her.
Her breath quickened and her heart hammered in her chest as she rose and threw on her robe and stepped out into the hall to investigate.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.