Fear clutched her, Crouching in the cave, Janet listened with straining ears. A blanket of darkness pierced by tiny flashes flickered in her eyeballs. A footstep set the gravel rattling on the rock. This was nothing imaginary. This was terrifyingly real. She began to edge her way forward as noiselessly as possible, but behind her she heard the footfalls again. And again. Terror came alive as she sank against the wall, trying to muffle her breathing.
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