The dull gleam of the light bulb created shadows misleading to the eye. The thought that someone might lurk in a dark corner made Morgan anxious. Suddenly, the silence terrified him more than the bangs and thuds that had piqued his interest. At least noise indicated where danger might be.
He weaved through a maze of dusty boxes and old pieces of furniture. The overhead light dimmed considerably beyond one large wooden crate. It was the farthest point he wanted to go in the murky basement. Ground zero for the nauseating odor. But he couldn't resist the temptation to inspect the area.
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