It wasn't a scratch. It was a thump. A solid, meaty thump inside the kitchen cupboard, followed by the clatter of a falling soup can. At midnight, in the silence of our Hamilton bungalow, the sound was a shotgun blast to my sleep. I crept out, heart hammering, and flicked on the kitchen light. Nothing.
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