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Tracie had gathered as much equipment as she had thought she would need and it now lay scattered at her feet between where Kyle and Marilyn lay. There had been no real thought process about what she had grabbed, she had simply snatched what she could from her mother's cupboards and under the laundry sink. She had also asked her mother if she still had her fathers old shotgun hiding up in the roof and Marilyn had nodded.
“Are there shells?”
"They're up there too, love," she had said softly. Tracie had sat a stool directly underneath the manhole and had stepped up. Then she had pushed the man-hole cover up and to one side and then, closing her eyes, had shot a hand into the darkness, hoping that there would. E no spiders up there. If they hadn't gotten into the house, it was safe to as
