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Posted on August 12, 2025August 12, 2025 By Admin No Comments on 3

It was some kind of animal, not a monster or a person. Still, it didn’t belong in my bedroom.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. If Murphy wasn’t attacking, maybe it wasn’t a threat.

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