I Mowed the Lawn for the 82-Year-Old Widow Next Door – The Next Morning, a Sheriff Woke Me up with a Request That Made My Blood Run Cold

them.

Then I heard it.

Robert never left the doors unlocked.

A dull, heavy, rhythmic sound.

Pause. Thud. Pause. Thud.

It sounded like something hitting dirt, and it was coming from behind the house.

My chest tightened.

I stood still for a second, listening.

The sound came again.

Before moving toward it, I grabbed the fireplace poker. My steps were slower.

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