The creak of wood rang out like a gunshot in the silence. It came from upstairs, though it seemed to permeate the entirety of the house like oil slicking through the hallways. Will’s head jerked up, his eyes searching the landing above.
“Hello?” he said, his voice hollow and tinny.
Only silence answered him.
It’s an old house, he thought. It’s just settling.
But he stood still for a good minute, watching the landing on the second floor, waiting for another creak or step.
Then he let his burning lungs take a breath, and turned back to the camera.
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