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The morning, bright and sunny, washed away the fear from the night before. When Todd awakened to sparrows chirping outside his window and buttery yellow light spilling across the beige carpeting, he could laugh at himself, imagine how maybe what happened in the hallway was nothing more than a dream. His love of horror movies was simply catching up with him, that was all.
“Anyway,” he said to himself as he sat up in bed, the sheets and the patchwork quilt his grandma had made many years ago slithering from his too-skinny form, “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
He yawned and stretched, looking around the bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling boxes occupied the wall opposite the window, and Todd traced the route that had brought him here, to this bedroom, where his parents, now gone, had
