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But later that night, in my bed tucked in tight, I stirred at the thought that not all was quite right. I had just heard a noise, like a low sounding squeak. Then soon after that came a loud drawn-out creak. Then upright I sat and looked right straight ahead. To the closet I looked near the foot of my bed. For these noises I’d heard, I had heard once before; it was noise
