She retrieved her father’s old baseball bat from the closet. It had been gathering dust for years, but the weight of it in her hands felt reassuring as she approached the source of the noise. Whatever awaited her, she was determined to face it head-on.
After all, she couldn’t let fear rule her life, especially not in her own home. Something shifted beneath a pile of dusty boxes, sending a cloud of dust swirling into the air. Emily’s heart raced as she cautiously moved closer, her flashlight shaking in her hand.