Suspense Text to Learn


I made my way carefully up the stairs, one at a time. Even though I wore my soft shoes, the floorboards creaked. In the silence of the empty house, the sound seemed explosive. At the top of the stairs, I paused. A bedroom door swung open.  A dark shadow shifted. Dust shimmered. A draft of cold air touched my face.


“Get a grip,” I thought. But the door swung back again, too quickly, and I knew that someone had to be there. I could feel my heart thudding as I gripped the poker tightly. Reluctantly, I stepped forward.

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