A soft, muffled thud echoed from the direction of the garage, followed by the unmistakable metallic creak of something heavy shifting across the concrete floor.
Peter sat up straight in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs. The unsettling noise was enough to spur him into immediate action, grabbing a heavy metal flashlight from his nightstand.
Stepping into the biting cold of the yard, the beam of his flashlight cut through the pitch black. Every crunch of gravel under his boots amplified his growing paranoia.
He cautiously pushed the garage door open, expecting the worst. Instead, the family was simply fast asleep, but the morning would bring a much darker anxiety.
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