There was something in the shed. Banging and scratching noises came at random intervals. Peter opened the door, stood back and watched, but nothing emerged. Brutus the dog went to the door, sniffed and ran away, once again not living up to his name.
Peter tried throwing a rock into the shed. It landed with a thud and rattle, then came flying back out. He tried talking to whatever was in there, but it did not respond.
He went back into the house and called the police. The noises stopped as soon as he hung up the phone. Of course.
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