Floorboards creaked as they ascended the stairs.
Rude.
“Hello?” one of them called out. I tensed. I didn’t recognize the voice. They were right by my dad’s bedroom. I heard my dad respond and swore under my breath.
I guess they’re not going for stealth, at least. Good sign.
My knife was still strapped in against the back of my costume, which dangled around my knees. I bent down and drew it from beneath my sweatshirt.
Hopefully she won’t need it, but who knows.
Voices. One of them murmured something, and my dad replied. I couldn’t make out anything in terms of the words or the tone of what they were saying.
“lorem ipsum dolor sit amet”
“uhuh”
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