I won't even try to uncover the mysteries hauting this house - and hunting me. I think I'm at the door. I take my keys, which fall on the floor miserably because of my shaky hands. I snatch the keys and unlock the door. Just as when I'm about to reach the door handle, my hand touches a man's thigh instead. It wasn't there when I first sticked out my arm. I gasp as he chuckles lowly. "What are you doing, angel?"
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