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A creaking of the wooden floor was loud, echoing through the walls of the house. Panicked, the boy’s pace fastened as he wandered up the stairs, reaching the upper room – such area once beaming with excitement now an empty slate.
The boy, hands trembling as he gripped hold of the door’s handle, had become hesitant to venture on inside, a burning feeling welling up in his throat to almost choking point. The turning of the handle was brief, the boy stumbling his way inside the ominous room. His blurry eyes darted anxiously around the room, the choking sensation growing thicker around his neck. He wanted to breathe but all he could do was desperately look upon the sight in front of him.
The room was practically empty – the only thing residing within it being a stripped mattress and the mass of dust roaming around the air. Pools of water swelled in the boy’s eyes, his body collapsing to the ground. The faint smell of iron was fresh, stabbing the poor boy’s already aching heart. He wished it weren’t true, that his sister was gone. But it was far from a nightmare, only to be accompanied by the faint shadow casted on the floor behind his broken-down body. He was truly now alone.