An aged floorboard groaned somewhere deep in the house. Thomas lay still in the bed but let his eyelids drift open. He knew he shouldn’t give in to paranoia, but it was hard at night when the branches scrabbled at the shingles like brittle fingernails and they wind rattled the doors as though demanding to be let inside.
A distorted shadow slid across the bedroom ceiling.
Since I am reading this one on my Kindle, I let Random.org pick a percentage where I would get the teaser from. It picked 20%.
An odd crackling noise made him turn towards the door. The sound faded after a second, leaving Guy frowning. If he hadn’t known it was impossible, he would have thought he’d heard distorted voices coming through the baby monitor.