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Was someone there? Laney wondered, a chill racing up her spine.

She grabbed her cell phone, hands shaking as she found Grayson’s number and dialed. He picked up on the first ring.

“Grayson?” Laney whispered, her voice trembling. “The dogs are growling, and I thought I saw a shadow pass by my window.” She paused, listening.

“I’m on my way,” Grayson said. “Stay away from the windows. Call 9-1-1, wake up Rose and turn on every light in the house.”

“Okay, I’ll do that now…” A muffled thud interrupted her, followed by a sudden shout from down the hall.

Aunt Rose!

“Oh no,” she gasped, dropping her phone as she launched herself from the bed with a yell. “I’m coming, Aunt Rose!”

Heart in her throat, she ran toward the door, grabbing her mace from the dresser and rushing down the hall, the dogs at her heels. Flinging the guest-room door open, she barged into the room, mace at the ready, prepared for the worst.

The window was wide-open, screen missing. The curtains flapped in the breeze. Bright silver light illuminated the room.

And a man. Dressed in dark clothing and wearing a ski mask.