Gillian turned the latch and pulled an inch at a time. Grandma’s attic always made the hair on her arms stand up. When a creak called out, she froze, then opened the door just enough to slip through. With her hand along the frame, she pulled the handle making sure she heard the click of the latch on the strike plate.
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