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I wake up to a small lump next to me in bed.
“Ah!” I scream, sliding out from under the covers and onto the floor. “Jasper!” I whisper-yell, but he doesn’t come.
Prepared for an animal of some kind that’s joined me from the great outdoors ten feet away from the cabin, I look around the room for something to protect myself with. But there’s nothing, so I try to tiptoe out of the room.
One of the floorboards creaks under my foot when I’m almost at the door and I whip my head around. The lump in the bed moves side to side and a scratching sound echoes throughout the quiet room.
My eyes widen and I stay focused on the lump while I walk slowly backwards until I reach the door frame. I turn the knob and slide through the opening, carefully closing it behind me. Then I dart down the stair
