Hannah sighed as she rose from the couch, hands entering the pockets of her jeans as she strolled to answer the door.
She first of all stood on tiptoes to look out the peephole, but she couldn't see anyone in doing that. After lowering back to her natural height, then, the redhead called out through the door, "Who is it?"
That yielded no response, and so with an irritated groan the oldest of the Parsons sisters unlocked and opened the door.
Only to find that there was no one there. That led to Hannah biting her lip in annoyance, before taking one step out the door. Looking back and forth wielded no sight of any neighborhood children running away, and so the girl merely sighed.
In doing so, though, was when she realized something was off here. Or perhaps more specifically 'on', as when here eyes turned downward Hannah caught full sight of something having been left in the spot just in front of her.
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