“What the hell is that?”
His eyes quickly flashed to the old-fashioned alarm clock on the bureau. It was just after ten and that sound droned on with insistence. It would stop but then start up again. Padding over to the window, he gazed out over the grounds of Edenwood but it revealed nothing. He was not facing the right direction, he assumed. Over to the dresser he went, where he withdrew a pair of blue-striped shorts and he slipped them up over his naked self and dashed out of his room and down the corridor. The sound grew fainter the farther into the house’s interior he went and it was nearly silent as he descended the stairs.
“Grandmother? Pearson?”
The only response he got back was his own echo. Perhaps they were outside investigating whatever was making such a racket. He opened t
