You grumble under your breath, opening the doors of the house you've grown so familiar with. The familiar house doesn't seem the same, almost... abandoned. The cold air has you gripping onto your sweater.
...
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After retrieving the dog food, you find the bowls in the living room and quickly fill it up.
'Where are the dogs anywa-'
Your thinking is interrupted by a strange noise coming from upstairs, slowly getting louder and louder.
The panic setting in your mind has you almost dropping the bag, but you manage to hold onto it for a few seconds before your grip slips and it falls right onto the metal dog bowls.
The loud sound doesn't help the situation, in fact it makes it worst.
>RUN
>STAY
