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| - | The three of you race across to shelter under the porch, as though an unseen hand is pushing all of you towards the derelict house.
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| - | You three catch your breath, huddling under the porch. It looks like it could fall down at any minute. Water leaks through in places, splashing onto the old tiled steps.
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| - | "It's all your fault!" Charmaine accuses Kwan.
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| - | "It's not!" He ducks aside as a stream of water suddenly pours through another hole in the roof.
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| - | "At least we have some cover here," you begin, the peacemaker again!
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| - | Another roll of thunder echos around the clearing. You wonder if it's your imagination or if the sky had gotten darker.
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| - | "I wonder who lived here?" Kwan asks.
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| - | "Who cares?" Charmaine trembles. "I want to go home, Leng!"
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| - | "Shhhh!" Kwan's eyes are wide. "What was that?"
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| - | "What was what?" you shake your head. "I didn't hear anything."
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| - | "Stop scaring me!" Charmaine begs.
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| - | "Listen!" Kwan leans towards the wooden door. "Inside..."
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| - | Charmaine grips your arm and you hug her.
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| - | "Just the rain," you tell Kwan.
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| - | "No," he insists. "It was-"
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| - | It is a creaking sound. You all hear it. Like ancient timber, being dragged by something. A groaning, weary kind of noise.
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| - | The old front door.
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| - | It is moving.
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| - | Very slowly.
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| - | It is starting to open...
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| - | *[[Time to go]]
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| - | *[[Check out the noise like a little good victim]]
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