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I turn the key. The engine shuts off. The clock blinks 1:00am. The night is calm. Too calm. I open and close the door behind me, pausing to gaze up at the moon overhead. Good morning.
The hallway is dark. I don't bother with the lights. I barely make out the dog sprawled out on the carpet as i step over him. I brush my foot against his side to stir him awake. He doesn't move. Is he dead? I enter the kitchen. I can see the street lights through the window above the sink. They illuminate the telephone enough for me to notice that it's unplugged. My keys rattle on the table. I hear the dog exhale and yawn. He's alive.
The stairs don't creak and moan as i make my way to the bedroom. Odd. I don't hear anyone snoring. Are they home? It's then that i notice that the box, the one under the dresser, has been disturbed. I know before i find the letter. They're gone.
The hallway is dark. I don't bother with the lights. I barely make out the dog sprawled out on the carpet as i step over him. I brush my foot against his side to stir him awake. He doesn't move. Is he dead? I enter the kitchen. I can see the street lights through the window above the sink. They illuminate the telephone enough for me to notice that it's unplugged. My keys rattle on the table. I hear the dog exhale and yawn. He's alive.
The stairs don't creak and moan as i make my way to the bedroom. Odd. I don't hear anyone snoring. Are they home? It's then that i notice that the box, the one under the dresser, has been disturbed. I know before i find the letter. They're gone.