The floorboards creaked with uncertainty and unknown horrors, as I made a quiet descent in the house. My heart felt like it was going to burst, I found myself often jumping from unexpected noises.

_Why was I here?_

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The question bubbled and squeaked in my head _just_ before it popped. Filling me to the brim with thread.

_I shouldn’t be here…_

Everyone else who lives in this neighbourhood knows two things: Don’t ever go _near_ the Dorrel Manor, and pick up your dog poop.

Yet here I was, dragging my feet. Step after step, ready to bolt at the first sign of death.