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     "Don't touch anything," Mike whispered.
     Annie froze. Her head tilted to the right, looking for a safe place to set her foot. A buzzing caught her attention, to her left. "Do you hear that?"
     Mike moved his head slowly to his right, his eyes closed. He tightened his eyes, leaned slightly to the right. His eyes popped open. "What is that?"
     "I don't know, but it seems to be getting louder," Annie said as she began to step backward.
     "Or closer," Mike said. He hesitantly stepped towards Annie, eyeing the door behind her. "I think it's time to go."
     As they moved towards the exit, the buzzing grew louder, painful; Annie covered her ears, letting out a yelp. The buzz continued to increase in power, intensity. The floor began to vibrate, windows cracked. Mike stumbled, bumped into a table hard and fell to his knees.
     "Mike!" Annie tried to yell, but the buzzing was too loud. She grabbed him, getting him to his feet, almost dragging him. Annie kept her focus, vision blurred from the buzz. 'Just a couple meters from the door,' she told herself.
     As Mike and Annie got a few feet from the door, a loud boom blew them against the door.
     As they lay stunned, Mike realized the buzz was gone. He looked to Annie, grabbed her hand and squeezed. She squeezed back, turned her head.
     "Are you okay?" she whispered. He nodded. They helped each other up, dusted themselves off a little. Mike rubbed his ears, chuckling a little as he turned to the door.
     As he placed his hand on the knob, he stopped. Not sure if the loud buzz had caused his ears to ring, but it wasn't a ringing he heard; a hum pulsed behind him.
     "Mike," Annie said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned to her, her eyes wide, mouthing something but no words came from her mouth. He followed her eyes, drifting slowly across the room. As his eyes met the object, he gasped.


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