Let Me In

scritch-scritch

Cedric remained as still as he could. His instincts wanted him to sit bolt upright, but he gritted his teeth and kept his eyes closed.

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He was a grown man. There was no reason to be afraid. It was a tree branch.

scrabble-scrabble

Or maybe a stray dog. Regardless, he would ignore it. He fought the urge to tug the blankets over his head.

The night passed slowly, agonizingly. It wasn’t until morning that he allowed himself to sit up and look to the door. The door, and the scratches gouged deep in its surface.

On the inside.