"There! See it?" whispered Sam. "A light's coming from the old Bradshaw place."
From around the corner of the porch a floorboard creaked loudly. Both heads turned toward the noise. The flashlight continued to shine through the window. Another plank creaked, this time accompanied by a low growl. Something stood a short distance away. The heavy darkness at the corner of the porch, where thick bushes grew tall and wild from neglect, kept it well hidden. Another board groaned under its weight. Suddenly, a face loomed up from inside the window. An old man's face, pale and worn.
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