I saw it—a pair of eyes staring back at me from the darkness beneath my bed. My heart leapt into my throat, and I jerked back instinctively, my mind racing with questions. I tried to dismiss the idea that there was someone under my bed, attempting to rationalize it as a trick of the light or my imagination running wild. But Murphy’s unwavering gaze and tense posture told me this was no illusion.
With my pulse pounding in my ears, I forced myself to look again. The eyes blinked, wide and unyielding. For a moment, my fear was replaced by confusion. There was something almost… familiar about those eyes.
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