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"BEN!"
His father's voice called again with rising irritation. Ben glanced down the stairs but only briefly. The hackles on the back of his neck urged him to heed his father's words and leave the eerie call.
But no one ever said a boy of his age could resist the unknown. The bravado of youth and all that.
He turned back towards the still closed door. “Who … who's there?”
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Note to self: Pillage first. THEN Burn.
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