He switched the phone to his other ear.
“Thanks for looking after the kids while the wife and I are out of town for the night.” spoke the voice on the other end.
“No problem, Mr. Robertson! Thanks for letting me use your bedroom. From how late your kids can stay up in the night, staying over’s the only way I can keep a proper eye on them.” he replied cheerfully, lying on the bed as he spoke. “Also, I must talk about that really creepy snake statue on your dresser. It’s so realistic! Is it real snakeskin?”
“Um, Alan…we don’t have a snake statue in the bedroom.”
Alan sat bolt upright, alert, and looked over at where the snake statue was located, but it was gone. It had completely vanished.
He felt something rub against his leg…
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