Devin sat upright. The rap came again, this time accompanied by another vaguely British-accented voice. “Devin!”
Devin turned to see Clive and Rex excitedly pounding on the huge plate glass door overlooking the backyard. He stared for a second, annoyed the pair had snuck up from behind, startling him out of his skin instead of knocking at the front door like normal people.
He slid the glass door open.
“What are you guys doing? You scared the hell out of me.”
“No, man, scary is what you guys saw last night,” said Rex excitedly. He rushed into the kitchen lugging along a large white bag with plastic handles. “We’re onto a genuine haunted house, man.”
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