Following the sounds
John’s adrenaline surged as he followed the sounds, creeping quietly through the house. Max led the way, barking towards the attic door.
John stopped short, heart pounding. ‘The attic?’ he muttered, eyes on the wooden ladder leading up. Max barked again, more urgently this time.
‘Alright, let’s see what’s up there,’ John said, mustering his courage. He reached for the ladder, feeling a cold sweat on his brow.