Observing The Unknown
Melody recognized Mr. and Mrs. Hilton as elderly neighbors who likely required assistance with their daily tasks. Observing the unknown boy diligently tending to their garden, she couldn’t help but admire his willingness to lend a hand.
Little did Melody realize that the events of that night would unveil something far stranger than she could have imagined. As she settled into bed, faint noises emanating from next door once again captured her attention.
This time, the sounds were softer but unmistakably audible, seemingly originating right beneath her window.