1. The Final Draft
... aren't crickets" I thought, slipping out of bed. "It must be the swing squeaking." I went to the window and looked at the swing, but it was hanging perfectly still from a sturdy branch of a huge oak tree in the center of the yard. The lawn was bathed in moonlight and the edge of the cliff stood out clearly against the blackness of the ocean beyond. I turned my head to one side, trying to ... was like a dark shadow, but had a faint glimmer to it as if it were wet, giving it a sheen like that of polished marble. Whatever it was, it seemed to be searching for something. I drew the covers o...
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