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weird, old woman. She only ever wore her pink robe, and she always looked like she had just rolled out of

in the den, but he knew she enjoyed meeting new people and bringing them over for drinks and little parties, and the den was soon going to turn into a hangout. He then settled for the garage; it was spaciou

d out. Paper ghosts and frilly, foldout pumpkins were displayed. There were bands of black and orange tissue paper,

. Holding his breath and rubbing his eyes, he strained to hear. There was something beating around or scurrying downstairs. It came and went and ca

eyond the door, there was only darkness, so Allen ran his hand along the length of the wall until he

which was also partially lighted by the moon, the noise died out. He flicked the light on, squinting until his eyes readjusted. He looked

walls from the kitchen to the living room, keeping his ear just a hair from the walls. He didn't hear an

andered back to the steps, and started his ascent. Back in the bedroom,

told him to just hire an exterminator. He wasn't sure it was rats and figured that if he found the crawlspace, sealing it was the solution, so

Allen; it's what they do. They don't just kills bugs and rod

you're

to look up a local exterminator, but to his dismay, he had no connection. He tried Sharon's phone,

all the cable company,

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a drawer in

clanking silverware or rattled with loose batteries, he found the phonebook. He tossed it onto

ed it, carefully. There was something inexpl

here was a problem nearby caused by the approaching storm, which had knocked over a tree that had severed the cable. Twenty four hours to a resoluti