Chapter Twenty-Three
My heart began to race inside my chest. I turned to look at Andi. “D-did you hear that?” I whispered. Andi looked at me through eyes wide with fright. “Yeah.” “We have to hide,” I said tossing a quick glance around the room. In the corner of the room, there was a large antique chair. The legs curled down from the delicate fabric exposing a gap in the shadows. There wasn’t much room there, but it would be enough. “Under the chair!” I hissed, grabbing the top of Andi’s arm. We moved quickly as we rushed to hide in the space. The entire time the creaking on the stairs grew louder, pounding in our ears in a rhythm that quickly became maddening. Once we were settled under the chair, there was even less room than I had realized. Our shoulders were pressed tightly together, almost to the poi
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