Noises in the Dark The front door squeaked the same it always did, the floor made the same noises in the same places. It had been less than a week since I'd slept in that house. I walked through the living room, stepped into the kitchen, and past. I wouldn’t be long, there was somewhere else I had to be. When I left, the door squeaked behind me, and although I wish it sounded different, I knew it wasn't. Still, there was something that had changed. Maybe it was me.  ¶ 2:07 PM