“Who’s there?” Leo whispered.
Leo’s hand moved to the deadbolt before his brain could catch up. The lock turned with a heavy clunk . He pulled the door open. Catscratch
Leo looked at Scratch. Scratch blinked slowly—once, twice—and then hopped down, padded to the basement door, and sat directly in front of it. Guarding. Waiting. “Who’s there
It was three in the morning when the scratching started. twice—and then hopped down