You ponder your next perhaps too long as the silence is broken by footsteps from above. As your heart races, the footsteps move to the top of the stairs. You don't know whether to be confused, terrified, or perhaps both? This place was abandoned. No one lives here, right? The only person who would be here... you shake your head. This is probably another prank, but regardless, you don't want to be caught.
As the basement stairs' door opens, you clammer behind the last shelf you lay your hands on and duck down in case a light is turned on. However, the person makes it to the bottom of the stairs and starts to cross the basement with no indication of needing a light.
Wondering how the person found you, you are taken aback when you hear a voice, but it isn't aimed at you. If sounds like the person is talking to the dog. "What's the matter, Bella?" asks the stranger in a low raspy voice as if they didn't know the dog was long, long dead, "your making such a racket down here?" You hold your breath hoping the stranger's fantasy holds and you remain hidden.
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