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I dragged my feet back into the house, but avoided the downstairs to keep out of John’s warpath. I was pleased to not hear the sounds of successful murder, or even attempted murder.
Still, I scurried upstairs and to my room. Mr. Teddy greeted me with a bright smile, but there was also a surprise; the window was open. I frowned and walked over to the sill. It was raised all the way up, and the green muck from last night was back. This time it wasn’t just a smudge, there were fingerprints. I leaned over the sill and glanced outside; a shadow disappeared around the back corner of the house.
There wasn’t a second to lose, though I did lose a few gaping at the back of the house. I pulled my head back in, and rushed out of the room and down the stairs. My footsteps pounded down the
