But another sound made me stop.But another sound made me stop. It was a funny sound, like a squealing. A door, never used, connected my sister's room to the master bedroom suite next door, and I pressed my ear to the crack between the door and the frame. I could now hear two sounds, a rhythmic little squeal, and a slapping noise. Curiouser and curiouser! As quietly as possible, I turned the knob on the door, and opened it a crack. As I peeked into the tiny opening, I saw a sight that took my breath away. |