Click Clack the Rattlebag scene
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- They walked to the staircase
- “Shall I leave a note for your sister, telling her where we are?”
- “You can. But you’ll hear when they get back. The front door is very slammy.”
- “I think maybe you should take me up to my bedroom, and then you can tell me a story before I go to sleep"
- “Are they from television?”
- “Click-Clacks, are the best monsters ever.”
- “I don’t think so. I don’t think any people know where they come from. Mostly they come from the dark.”
- The stairs creaked beneath the threadbare stair-carpet.
- We walked along the upper corridor in the shadows, walking from patch of moonlight to patch of moonlight.
- “They come from the dark,” said the boy, holding on to my hand. “
- He pushed open the door to the attic room. It was perfectly dark, now, but the opening door disturbed the air, and I heard things rattle gently, like dry bones in thin bags, in the slight wind.
- I would have pulled away, then, if I could, but small, firm fingers pulled me forward, unrelentingly, into the dark.
- Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
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