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Unspoken anxiety settled like a heavy lump in the pit of Daphne’s stomach. SOMEONE was coming! Or at least there was a good likelihood of it if the sound of approaching footsteps strengthening by the second was anything to go by. Unfortunately using her own body as a weapon was out of the question since she ended up hurting her leg after taking a clumsy tumble. With that thought in mind, Daphne swiftly cast her gaze around the immediate area for anything nearby she could possibly use as a weapon. There was no hesitation as she ended up leaning down to pick up what was a large vase. Whether it would be enough to thwart a spook or not, she didn’t know, and prayed she wouldn’t have to find out.

Lifting it HIGH above her head, Daphne stepped back and settled herself temporarily within the cover of the shadows, her ears straining to listen to EVERY thump on the ground as whoever was getting closer drew nearer and nearer to her location.

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Daphne was very quiet as she made her way up the stairs, being careful with the rickety banister and mindful of each step she made. The LAST thing she wanted to do was accidentally trigger a trapdoor and drop off into some hidden chamber down below after all. As this was going to be the first mystery that she was going to solve all by herself, she had to be ready and prepared for anything!

There was only one room at the top of the house, one room and the attic, and it was a small bedroom, with a small closet and a small window, generally pretty cramped quarters. The glass window overlooked the front yard, letting thin moonlight stream in to where the shadow of an empty bed frame still stood. It smelled in here, ripe with old age, old pine and dust. And other than sight of yellowing, peeling wallpaper, there really didn’t appear to be much else for her to see. ❝If cobwebs and dustballs were clues, I would TOTALLY already have this case solved,❞ Daphne murmured to herself, continuing to shine her beam of light around the space she was in. A prettily manicured hand propped itself onto her svelte side as her expression scrunched in thought. ❝ — NOTHING!❞

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❝Oh, wow.❞ Shaking his head, Marty blinked slowly and ran his tongue over his lips. A soft chuckle was not too far behind as his gaze quickly turned dubious and yet remained infinitely amused, a smile on his lips. ❝Is this the work of my secret secret stash? Because if so, I think I’m going to have to have a serious talk to my dealer.❞